“Alafair made a choice against my wishes,” I said. “Treat her right.” Levon tried to smile and let the remark pass, but there was no hiding the injury in his eyes. One hour later, he was back in our yard on foot, drunk, his coat gone, his sleeves rolled. “You don’t think I’d treat Alafair right?” he said. “Where do you get off with that?” I turned on the gallery light and went down the steps. Alafair stood in the doorway. “Lose the attitude,” I said. “You’re accusing me of dishonorable conduct.” “This isn’t about you. It’s about my daughter.” “She’s a grown woman.” “Not for me. Not for any
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