“A monster?” “Yes. That’s what it felt like. His interest in me. It felt like a monster.” “So, you were scared of him?” “Not of him. No. He was nice. I was scared of his wanting me. I couldn’t believe that nobody else could see it. Only me. It was so big and so real. But my mother didn’t see it. Helen didn’t see it. But I saw it. And I was scared of it.”
