DADDY, DON'T I LOOK JUST LIKE HER?

I knock on his door, and the thuds are hollow as they reverberate throughout the empty condo.

I feel devious and conspiratorial, like a spy in the movies. I think the large jacket I borrowed from my mother is the culprit in that, especially since I'm using it to cover the lingerie I'm wearing.

Yes, lingerie under my huge coat. Like I said, in the movies. It seems like a cool thing to do. I have to shake my nose a little to erase the smirk on my face.

I'm doing something wrong, kind of. I think a lot of people would see...