Chapter 13 Daddy's Girl (1)
- Daddy strides into the living room, between me and the TV, and switches off the “Buffy” rerun I’m half heartedly watching.
- Then he holds up a pack of cigarettes and a romance novel. “I found these in your room, Cherise. What do you have to say for yourself?”
- Heart pounding like a techno track, palms wet and mouth dry, I plaster on a brassy, totally fake smile. “You always tell me I should read more?”