Household chores were thereforesomething I rarely had to concern myself with, beyond washing a fewdishes in the evening. I paid a nominal hourly rate ...o an agency,somewhere just above minimum wage level, and they would send young girlsto clean my flat. By and large they were usually foreign, East Europeanor in some cases Asian. They barely spoke and seemed rather cowed anddeferential on the occasions I came home early and saw them at work. Irarely saw the same girl more than twice, but. In a few words she managed to find the last vestiges of masculinity andcrush them into a fine powder.Now I knew where Dani got it from. Both women could lift me then slap medown verbally unlike anyone I had ever met."I arrived to see a wisp of a man who acted more like a servant to mydaughter than a husband. I could not fathom why he dressed as a woman todo a job. I could not see the honor in that."I looked up at the woman who so resembled the woman I loved. "Was itreally necessary I become a. Oliver wondered how many more people had stood outside this very door knowing what lay ahead for them at the hands of the Abbot? Oliver heard shuffling inside and a moment later the door was opened by a short ,fat Monk wearing a long black wool habit,his face was almost covered by the hood of the habit.Oliver was tall and looked down at the Abbot who barely came to Oliver's chest in height."Yes,boy,what can I do for you?" the Abbot said in a monotone voice."My name is Oliver and the person at. I get it ready and on the table and go to your door, knock softly, 'Keri, I have dinner on the table'. 'Come and eat baby'.'I'm not hungry father', is the reply.'Then come and sit with me'. 'I want to talk to you'. 'Come on, I insist Keri'.I go to the dinning room, sit down and after a short while you come in and sit opposite to me. I can tell you have been crying. You look down at your plate. I can tell you don't want to look at me. You have put on a cute pair of shorts and just a Tee shirt..