"Men like to think they're saving some brain-dead woman who's got herself into a scrape.All I had to do was step aside and let him play the hero!"
Then she'd smile - not a soothing smile for someone else but for herself, of baffled amusement, a smile that to me always seemed to say, Ain't nothing funnier than real life, I tell you what.
The truth is this: that I am not a good daughter. I am a traitor, a wolf among sheep; there is something different about me and that difference is not good.
It was not that I had done something wrong so much as that I existed in the wrong way. There was something impure in the back of my being.