‘I always liked that tree of yours,’ he said. ‘Even before you told me about it.’ ‘Oh, Dad, it’s OK. I’ll get over it.’ ‘No, Julianna. No, you won’t.’ I started crying. ‘It was just a tree . . .’ ‘I never want you to convince yourself of that. You and I both know it isn’t true.’ ‘But Dad . . .’
