9 asserted. “We’ve gone through this over and over again.” “He’s your father, after all. I can’t just ditch him like that.” “I don’t even see him as my father,” said Abigail, wiggling her head in a quick vibration, “and you guys divorced like, over ten years ago...we’re barely related to him,” words were pouring onto her lips, “But you were there when he was detained for drink-driving, you were there after the juice dealers seized his house, you helped him find a basement, you got him jobs, you let him stay here—” “Abigail, listen,” Evelyn rose and approached her daughter, “whatever happened is between him and me. You are his daughter. You don’t get to decide how I deal with him,” Evelyn said earnestly. “I promise he won’t come back this time. I’ll leave him in the basement, for sure.” Abigail eyeballed Evelyn expressionlessly. “No. You can’t make such promises anymore.” Abigail declared. “As long as you guys are in contact you won’t get rid of him.” Evelyn went speechless for a moment, but the mother must say something. “Why are you so obsessed with this? I thought you wanted us to be together. I remember you blathering about how the other kids have both parents and how good their dads are.” “That’s because they have good dads! Not someone who doesn’t pay child support and never even offers to pick me up from school...and you see these bottles cluttering
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