“I am not having a Julia Robert’s moment with you,” she says, trying to snatch back her hand. “Is that the one where she gets fucked on the piano?” “Whit!” she castigates in a shocked whisper. “I thought I was Daddy?” My own volume carries. “No—no it’s not. You are not my daddy—” “You say that now but…” She doesn’t bite though she adds, “And you are certainly not my sugar daddy!”
