The Fall of Daddy
The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy."
"Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?"
"Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?"
"Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?"
I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface.
My husband waved it off with a casual smile.
"She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough."
I said nothing.
I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala.
She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe