They Drank My Father’s Champagne and Toasted My Death. They Forgot Whose Daughter I Am
I got my feet back under me.
I straightened my spine, and locked my knees, and lifted my head, and looked him full in the face with eyes that were sober-clear — and I watched the confusion hit him.
“I said,” I told him, “look up.”
Chapter 12 — U.S. Coast Guard
For one full second he just stared at me, uncomprehending, a man whose script had stopped making sense.
Then the night came apart.