Rhyming Words

When her stare landed on the low-slung bookcase with all its big, flat books, she felt even worse. She and the other Brothers were the ones who read to Nalla, who settled the young on a lap and unfolded shiny covers and spoke rhyming words. It was never her father, even though Z had learned to read almost a year ago. БЂњHe doesnБЂ™t refer to her as his daughter. ItБЂ™s my daughter. To him, sheБЂ™s mine, not ours.БЂ«Phury made a disgusted sound. БЂњFYI, IБЂ™m trying to resist the urge to pound him out right now.БЂ«БЂњItБЂ™s not his fault. I mean, after all he went throughБЂ¦I should have expected this, I guess.БЂ«She cleared her throat. БЂњI mean, this whole pregnancy thing wasnБЂ™t planned, and I wonderБЂ¦maybe he resents me and regrets her?БЂ«БЂњYouБЂ™re his miracle. You know you are.БЂ«She took more tissues and shook her head. БЂњBut itБЂ™s not just me anymore. And I wonБЂ™t raise her here if he canБЂ™t come to terms with the two of usБЂ¦I will leave him.БЂ«БЂњWhoa, I think thatБЂ™s a little prematureБЂ”БЂ«БЂњSheБЂ™s beginning to recognize folks, Phury ...»