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Suit

The man I knew as my father felt that women were forbidden. To him they were like diamonds behind glass, or coffins. It broke my heart to see him drink a cask of wine before he could broach a subject such as the weather with the Indian matriarch in the dairy. It broke my heart when on his deathbed he disowned me, though I'd often suspected being the object of a ludicrous paternity suit.