’ ‘I have no idea Gil, but it is a distinct possibility. You’ve read my instructions. Tanya Simpson knew more about you and your life than you d...d yourself. She’s bound to have known all about the accident.’ ‘Jesus fucking Christ!’ I said jumping to my feet and pacing the room. ‘Now calm down Gil, I took adequate precautions before I ever came near you. Take a look out of the window?’ Harcourt said, in an attempted to allay my fears. Look I’m a… or I was a bleeding reporter, not some kind of. " She looked at me carefully, and for several seconds."Does it bother you?" What? That my dad is ... romancing her? That he wants to do her?"My heart bounced into my throat a moment."Uh ... I don't know how to answer that. My Mom is ... special to me, yes, but she of course has her own ... uh ... life to lead. I want her to be ... happy." Complicated, though." It was a question."A little ... I guess." Me too, a little. He is always after someone. Sometimes I feel ... a little jealous, I guess.. He took a deep breath and crept out the door, crept up the stairs and turned the corner. He saw the girls door propped open with a maintenance cart and he tried not to look, hard on sticking out, headed quickly for the flight of stairs up to his apartment. Then a voicelike jimmy Stewart on helium " well, hey there Jones, up early this morning?" It was his land lord "yes Mr. Bob, have to do some laundry before work" he drawled, not realizing how exhausted he was until he heard himself. Bob. “I handed you scribble scrabble, Daddy,” I said and he nodded and placed his hand on the back of my neck. He grasped my hair in his fist and gently tugged my head back. He kissed me deeply. The doorbell rang. Daddy kept kissing me and the doorbell rang again. After a moment, there were knocks on the door. Daddy reluctantly let go of his grip and walked to the door. He extended a finger to me as if to say “just one minute” and he winked. It was a delivery man of some kind. Daddy welcomed him.