Stupid Baby

“I wasn’t near the baby. I just wanted to get Teddy.”

She was lying. He knew it, but he didn’t want to admit it even to himself. She was only eight, a little girl.

“Fine. You have Teddy. Now go back to your room.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She hurried out. He watched her go, feeling a chill. She only called him Daddy when she was very pleased with him.

‘What was she pleased about,’ he wondered. A vague thought began forming. Did she know that he knew she was lying, and she was happy because he’d decided to accept it? He cut the thought off without pursuing it further. There was something almost too duplicitous about that.

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