“Ah, I see. So we’re not going to tell him that you know he knows that you know? We’re just going to continue this battle?” “Battle? Ohhhh no, Sandie. This is war now. All of this is war. I was sidetracked for a second there, trying to please my dad, but not anymore. I’m doing this for me and me alone.” “I like that attitude, but what are you going to do?” I squeeze the phone in my hand and say, “Erotic torture is back on.” “Oh dear God in heaven . . .”
