The look he gave me, what was it? He was telling me that he remembered and that I had best forget. He popped out his shoulders, made himself big and me small. I wish now that I had stood up to him, called him on it right there, made him say in front of me and Ruby and God that he had been in that back bedroom time and again. But that’s not what I did. Instead, my hand went to my neck as if it were my problem, not his. Shame wormed up from the chair and took me over,
