He always got quiet when he was mad at Alice or me. “I like being a good girl.”
Sun shook her head. The hand came down on my other cheek. Plus another ten for taking so long to obey me in the living room.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, trembling. What if Sun talked to her parents or to a teacher at school this Fall or to the police? Daddy always spanked us over his lap on the dining room chair. And so does my mom.”
“She is such a Stepford wife,” agreed Sun. I exposed those small bumps of her budding breasts, her nipples so dark and hard, not pink like mine. Well, not all of the basement. I wouldn’t tell on you.”
“No, no. I rubbed my belly, imaging my stomach growing rounder and rounder. It was so risky. What if Daddy and I made a daughter of our own?
