“Oh, Ally. How do you think he would feel if he saw you living like this? If he knew how hard you were working and how little you were eating? You tell me what would be worse for him.” “He’s never going to know,” she said firmly. “So if you’re not going to tell him that, why do you have to tell him if I help?” Ha! I had her there. It was her own pride getting in the way right now, not her father’s. “I…” Clearly she didn’t know what to say in the face of my flawless male logic.
