Whenever he had come to bed, Dad would utter a command word and my mother would fall into a deep sleep. Then he would go into Gwynne's bedroom and he would f**k the hell out of her until they were both completely exhausted. It wasn't his fault, but he still could not forgive himself for doing that to his daughter. The only way he was able to live with himself was to have those memories erased completely.
That was something we all begged for, but it was tricky for even the most skilled hypnotist to pull it off. In the end, we all wound up feeling like our brains were full of holes, like a Swiss cheese. Some stuff we learned to live with, other stuff we managed to forget or block out. That still left some pretty haunting memories for all of us. After three years, Gwynne and I moved out of t
