What anyone in my family will say about my sister is that she rarely left us with a dull moment.
He had once been some kind of doctor, that much I am sure of. Based on the accent that he kept slipping in and out of perhaps in Germany? Or maybe he was just insane but I never found out.
I did feel rather bad about it afterwards, deceiving him like that. I’d imagine he’d felt betrayed and wounded but I would probably never see him again…so I suppose I’ll never know.