Moira glanced at her father across the table. She still felt awkward and uncomfortable and the way he bought things for her including necklace, bags and even a car. He bought the latest mustang to her. She didn't understand why he would do such things.
For her, he doesn't need to do such things. Now, they are eating alone, and Alanis let them have their moment.
"Don't you like the car?" He asked. She looked at the car outside and then looked down at her plate and back to him.
"You don't have to buy such things. I can afford it and Alanis is giving me a luxury living."
"But I want to. I never gave you anything at all. If I only knew that you were my daughter, I would spend my time for you."
"How about your daughter, Kathleen? She's your daughter, right?"
He looked away, there are doubts in his eyes.
"I should've chosen your mother. If I did, I would be happy, and you would have all of the luxury living as you want."
