As if she were watching a play she relived the time Tom locked her in her room. How old was she? Eighteen? Nineteen? “You’re too young to know your own mind,” he said. On the other hand she wasn’t too young to have fallen in love with a man with a wife and two children. “I won’t have you breaking up somebody’s home!” he shouted. And she said—even as the words came out of her mouth she regretted them—she said, “You’re not my father and I won’t have you or anybody else telling me what I can or can’t do.”
