Jeannette was the only one who still believed in her father. She tried to buy his stories of the mafia and gestapo, she was his moutian goat. But as she got older she began to see through him and his made up lies. At one point she has to put her foot down.. now he is just using her.
In the car, Dad took out the money he'd won and counted off forty dollars, which he passed to me.
"We make a good team."
I felt like throwing the money at him, but us kids needed the money, so i put the bills in my purse. We hadn't scammed Robbie, but we'd worked him in a way that felt downright sleazy, and I'd ended up in a tight spot. If Robbie had been set up by Dad, so had I.
"You upset about something, Mountain Goat?"
For a moment I considered not telling Dad. I was afraid there'd be bloodshed, since he was always going on about how he'd kill anyone who laid a finger on me. Then i decided I wanted to see the guy pummeled. "Dad that creep attacked me when we were upstairs."
"I'm sure he just pawed you some," Dad said as we pulled out of the parking lot. "I knew you could handle yourself."
Ouch.
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