Of course, I knew why I had that nightmare. Its origin went back years. It had been festering inside me like a bad boil, and its time to burst had come, perhaps because I was so close now, so close to being Daddy's best daughter.
There was never a doubt that I was not supposed to learn the first and most important secret of all as early as I had learned it. From what I understood, none of Daddy's daughters had ever learned it as early as I had.
No one had time to prepare me for it as his other daughters had been prepared, and later, because this happened when it did, Daddy was furious at Brianna, blaming her. It was practically the only time I could remember him losing his temper and raging at any one of us until then.
I think it was because of what happened that night that Brianna was not as friendly or as loving as a sister should be toward me. She blamed me for Daddy's reprimanding her so vehemently. I know it frightened her as much as it frightened me.
