My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years

“That was not what I meant,” Graham said.

“What did you mean?” she asked.

“I was trying to avoid another argument.”

“Between whom?”

He looked at me.

I waited.

He had acknowledged a purpose connected to the instruction.

That did not require us to pretend we had conclusively identified every keystroke or every earlier crossed-out name.