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Dad catches up with you as you exit down the hallway. "Uhhh, what you heard back there," he begins. "Jet lag is a doozy. And Rose is a bit of a scatterbrain at the best of times, and she--"
"Do you think this is the first time I ever caught wind that you fuck your sisters? I'd have to be blind, deaf, retarded, and anosmic."
He clears his throat.
"Welcome to the club," you tell him.
"--What?"
"You know, I'm here. I'm talking to you. Focus on that."
He exhales. "And I'm glad. Wesley... I know you're mad--"
"I'm not mad," you say.
"Right. Well I have enough women in my life to know not to trust that sentence."
"You can trust it from me. If I was mad, I wouldn't subject myself to you. You don't need to walk on eggshells around me."
"Well. Good. But either way -- I didn't mean what I said the other day."
"You meant it. It's fine. If Ophie died, I wouldn't forgive you, either."
He has no idea what to say to that.
"If I'm mad about anything," you say, "it's that I'm the only one of your daughters you haven't told anything to. Amber says you've been spinning stories about reincarnation and alternate timelines and who knows what else. What the fuck is going on? I deserve to know."
There's a loud rap on the front door. Dad holds an index finger up to signal "just a chotto" and heads towards the sound of the knocking. You follow. But someone else was faster on the uptake. As you round the corner, you discover that Riley is standing at the open door, speaking with Absalom Abrams.
