At least on any practical level.”“I don’t...” she started.“He essentially said it himself when he asked Candace if she referred to me as eit...er her uncle or her stepdaddy! He said.“I see what you mean. But, okay, how do you figure to turn his thinking around? You said you had an idea.”“What if he were to give her away at her and Daniel’s wedding? What if he were to dance the father-daughter dance with her? The man spent more than twenty years in prison protecting you, and arguably me too. Doing. I went to the door and hoped he hadn’t locked it. I got lucky and walked in. Looking around I saw that he had done more damage to the place, probably looking for more money. ‘Be careful doggy. There’s broken glass on the ground and I don’t really want to have to patch you up too.’ The dog looked at me, then entered the house. He wandered into the kitchen and I went to the bedroom. Lifting up the mattress I found the rest of my money. I knew the day would come that I would leave here, and I had. She guessed that meant Clegg had something else in mind for them. Alexander had delighted in training them to stand or kneel to order. His methods were simple. All of the girls now bore the welts from the strap and canes that he used to reinforce his instructions.Bethany fell into a fitful sleep, slumped against the bars of the cell, brought back to consciousness from time to time by the pull of the chain around her neck.Suddenly she was standing in a large room. In the centre, a fire burned in. There's a picture of him in a Fairfax high football uniform, andanother sprinting across the finish line at a track meet. There's hismom, a fat lady with a sad expression. Antoine is like me, trying tomake good through sports like I have been trying with art. It's hardpoor kids to survive in LA. You need a gang to support you, to keep theothers off your back, but the gang ends up dragging everyone down to thesame level thuggish brutality. I have to get out of it. And Antoine,and his gang,.