Suddenly she feels hot and sweaty.... She sees her father leaning over her; his hair is mussed from all the tickling. He is smiling, and his eyes are shining. His pupils so large his brown eyes look almost black. She can see the dark brown hairs on his chest as he leans to kiss her. His arms straddle her shoulders. He touches her face. His hands reach to free her nightgown. She feels his naked flesh pressing into hers. A quiver shakes her body. As though a dark cloud had passed over the sun, the image fades, and in the dark and silence she imagines she sees him in his dress blue suit. His head on a satin pillow. She looks down on him. His lips are drawn and tight. His eyes sewn shut.

Now she sees herself slowly walking her dog beside her father's grave, pausing....