I expected my daughter frightened, or restrained, or crying, or being spoken to sharply.

I had spent twenty minutes on a highway constructing a room, and in every version of it there was something visibly wrong with what was being done to her.

What I actually saw was a nice morning.

That is the thing I have never been able to get anybody to understand on the first try, and it is the reason this went on for as long as it did.

There was a card game.