“What are you—how are you here?” I ask with a firm voice. I get closer a little bit. But she ignores me and walks past me to my father and hands him the tray of what she is carrying. After that she stands next to him. “Dad, how do you know this woman?” I turn to my father with irritation and confusion.“Oh, she—” my father started talking but Clara cut him off. “We met at the corporate after party yesterday night. He seemed so nice. So, he invited me to come over for lunch the next day, which is today.” She smiles as she runs her eyes over me while tracing her fingers through her hair “you act nothing like your father. He's so gentle and nice, unlike—you” I suck in my breath as I think to myself. What exactly is the deal with this woman? Why is she bent on making me always feel like I'm no longer a part of where I used to belong? She knows nothing about me.My lips askew in a weird smile. “You are so—”“Come on, Lyn, don't talk to my guest like that” my father's voice interrupts me
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