Though I do not lead a band.”“But you lead. Some may think you are too audacious. Too many have been overly reserved. I do not know how Trumbull w...ll respond.”“Do you want to come?”“I cannot. I am not an aborigine. I have not been invited. I would be yet another brash, intrusive European.”“Far from it. You have had good relations all of your life; you have been recognized by several bands in two states. And one of your acts is having a wide effect.”“Thank you, but no. I need to contemplate. . Like buy me fancy clothes, nice jewelry..." That ain't spoiling you. He still owns that stuff, come on ... What do you really mean?" Well." I took a sip of water. "What about like sharing the same bedroom, you know, like permanently? Even after you marry a white woman." You share his bedroom?" Drew looked at me."Yeah!" I giggled. "His big bathroom too. It's like, our room." Yeah, that's too much," the man nodded. "Where's his wife sleep?" In another room," I shrugged. "She's a little. ’ The moment we entered the house we were separated. Part of me was upset because even though we had only chatted for a few minutes I liked him. I was going to be cautious but something told me I was going to be far from careful tonight. We all assembled in the front foyer. Now this foyer fit all sixty or so people who were present. The host was half way up the curved staircase so we could all see him. ‘All right. You are all law students and as with every other party there is an opportunity to. Cecilia was curious about the odious behavior from her friend's father and why she put up with it."You know, you take a lot of shit from your dad, and I don't get it. I'm tellin' you, if I were you, I would've told him to go fuck himself a long time ago. There's no way I'd put up with what you're puttin' up with. So, how come you're doin' it? How come you're takin' his shit?" I don't know, Cecilia. I don't know why I'm doing it. I'm always asking myself the same thing, but I keep hoping that.