To: Hildy
If the father was home all evening, what the heck was he doing? Oh, that's right, he was helping out with the wife-swapping drunkathon in the garage. How crass of us to find fault in that. (On the other hand, if he'd checked on his daughter just once, maybe she'd have avoided whatever fate befell her.)
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