"She touches my cheek with her fingertips. Myrcella loves to touch my cheeks, my face. Prodding. Examining all the ways we are the same. Sometimes she'll ask me to stand in front of the mirror with her and she stares. Nose to nose, eyes to eyes, chin to chin."

In the beginning, sometimes she was so awkward he was disgusted. He couldn't stand her; couldn't walk away from her, either. He watched as she hid under mommy blouses and those pretty blue eyes, all the while being so raw underneath. Carol is wrong in as many ways as a person can be and still get along in this world. (But that was in the beginning.)