Cried some more.Gentle knock on the door."Come in."Ysabela with a tray covered with a white cloth. "Kara. I am so sorry. I made these for you." She pr...sented me with a plate of little tamales wrapped in real banana leaf wrappings. "Do you wish to talk?"Plump, middle-aged Guatemalan friends are a good place to cry one's soul out.I decided that I needed to get on with life. Dad's house was my only real option for living. Since Mom's mother died, her dad was in no position to care for a teen girl. According to him, the empire has been at war with the Mormons to the north. Some problems with Mexico. And they are most likely running out of whatever resources they stock piled a hundred years ago." They need to incorporate us and soon?" is his next question."I think so." I nod into his shoulder as he wraps a arm around me. I lean into his warmth."You need a jacket." He adds quietly."Whatever." He is warmer than me. Bigger and has more hair."Should Napoleon have us attack, so soon after. The bathroom is over there”, I said. She got up and ambled over to the bath, swinging her round ass, and closed the door. I was a lucky bastard, holed up with a sex-starved beautiful married babe who had a gay husband stuck to her. 30 minutes later she came out clean and wrapped in the towel and I stood up to go for my bath. She came and sat where I had. She hugged me around my waist lifted my T-shirt and kissed me on my navel. I held her head and looking down asked her, “Do you like what you. There are laws against old men and young girls getting together, even at sea."Why?" she asked."Why what?" I replied.A question with a question, that's always a good strategy even if I had no idea what the girl was talking about.But then she delivered the blind-sided blow that took the wind right out of my sails."Why don't you know who the hell I am, father?" she demanded.I do believe at this point I sat there with my mouth agape. I know I had no idea what to say to the daughter that I had never.