Once

Once when I  was 19 I visited my biological father in Yonkers. It was August. His 3rd wife was away. He said, there's lot of room in the bed you can sleep here with me and the ceiling fan. I was horrified. No thanks, the couch is fine, I said praying all would be fine.

He offered to take me to Paris. This stranger who was my biological father seemed not to know I was his daughter and not his fiancee.