My father had turned pale.
—Claire, I can explain.
—Start by explaining to me why you told my daughter she had a nice figure!
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He remained silent for several seconds.
Then he approached the object located in the center of the room and removed the white sheet.
I stepped back, confused by what I was seeing.
It was a wooden statue of a girl.
The face was still unfinished, but the clothes, hair, and posture resembled Emily’s.
“They’re opening a new children’s library in town,” my father explained. “They asked me to create a sculpture of a young reader to place at the entrance. Emily wanted to be the model. When I said she had a ‘nice figure,’ I was talking about the proportions of the sculpture. I chose my words very poorly. I should have spoken more carefully.”
For a few moments I felt relief.
But then I remembered everything else.
—Why were you hiding it from me?
