There was no chance that Father would see my beloved pastime as brave rather than reckless. “I went for a hike outside. Then I went swimming.” His eyes narrowed as if he could sense the half-truth. “And?” “When I came inside, I bumped into Brother Dime outside a gallery.” “Which gallery?” “The, um…crux gallery.” “Damn your curiosity with that hall,” he snapped, nostrils flaring. I winced. “I’m sorry.”
