“You know, you can change your degree now or not study at all. You can do whatever you want, Antonia. You don’t have to keep doing what your father told you to do.” “Because now I have to do what you tell me to do, right?” she fires back. “You have to do what you want to do,” I say. Unless what she wants to do is leave me, because that isn’t fucking happening. I don’t tell her that part. I’m not a complete idiot.
