My father was not amused when I pointed out that Teddy and his parents were not my guests but his. I also informed him that I had no intention of marrying anyone. I was going to school to study art or education. I folded my napkin, then laid it aside and stood. My father stood, too, and slapped me so hard, I dropped back into my chair. He’d never struck me before and he took an abrupt step back, as if he’d surprised himself. “You should be careful,” he warned, his voice steely soft. “You’ve always had too much of your mother in you. Too silly and sentimental for your own good. I suggest that
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I mean... I can't pretend to understand the demure of women in the 40s but... a slap I think I could handle. this is the most flight she puts up, and then she gives in. she says she doesn't care about money, she says she's afraid of her father's rage, and perhaps she is much meeker than she will let on, but... she really didn't put up much of a fight
