A month or two had passed since my chance encounter with Dad at the motel. He never mentioned the episode again and shied away from every attempt of mine to broach the subject. It had created a tension between us which badly needed breaking for both of our sakes -after all, we were the only
Horse r**e in the farm
The year I turned 16 was a spectacular one, my parents were both partners in a growing law firm down in Tennesee and were acquiring a steady flow of new customers. I had been attending an all girl’s private school, complete with a tacky white blouse, navy checkered skirt and ridiculous white stockings and loafers,