Her step father was more of a beast than human; short, compact, with a face of a pan. His words came out wet and knotted. "Did you bring me a drink?" he asked, already drooling about. "yes!" I answered pulling out and handing him the bottle of whiskey that I had bought for him. "Do you drink?" he asked. "yes" I said again, "well! you shouldn't." he said. I could sense that...