Lord Nelson was gazing down on her. Chinese and Vietnamese tourists were snapping photographs of the grand historic sites. Surrounding the square were...bicycle rickshaws and a few hydrogen powered buses. She'd had this conversation with her grandmother so many times before."There aren't many opportunities any more, Gran," she said. "No one can afford to send their children to school these days. The fees and everything are too high." Whatever happened to free compulsory education?" her. She was surprised when Tom bowed back to him. Then they shook hands and Tom began to speak. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she did notice that the Chinese man seemed surprised and she blushed as he looked her over quite closely. When he turned his attention back to Tom he nodded his head and said something. She then watched as both men got into the carriage. The Chinese man sat across from her and just behind the man driving.Once they were settled Ben shook the reins and the horses. Stand up please."I stood nervously and looked down at my hands which were clasped nervously in front of me."I apologize, Mr. Jefferson. I don't know what I was thinking this morning," I almost whispered.It was embarrassing enough to be called to his office. To be called in for dressing like I was, that was truly humiliating. It didn't help that I feared and despised this man.He continued to look me over and then he said, "You are wearing a nearly see-through blouse, a miniskirt, and no bra. You. “I want to remember your mom… won’t you wear one of her dresses for just a few minutes?”We have been here many times, and in spite of dad beseeching me with that teary look, he is asking for something he knows I absolutely will not provide. I know that if I dress like my mother, he will see me as his wife, and it will escalate into a place where I refuse to go.I will give my father some time and affection, but I absolutely refuse to masquerade as my mother.I do not answer, but continue to.