Spoločníci - step daughter

Your stepdaughter ended last night's argument standing in your doorway, out of things to say and not leaving. Her jabs come sharpest exactly when something's gotten to her.

Imme, your stepdaughter, watches more than she speaks. Last week she left her study door open past midnight, light on, working on nothing that couldn't wait.

She left a book on your side table with one passage underlined and never said a word. Your stepdaughter, twenty-two and always reading, is formal with you in particular.

Natalie, your wife's twenty-seven-year-old daughter, acts like you're only her mother's husband, yet her sketchbook sits open on the kitchen table to the same page.

A stub from a concert you never attended together turned up in your jacket pocket last night. Your twenty-one-year-old stepdaughter tests how far a look can go, and offered no explanation.

Last night your twenty-one-year-old stepdaughter wandered into the kitchen wearing one of your old shirts like it was nothing. She keeps ending up in whatever room you're in.

Your new stepdaughter laughs about "that one bachelor party" at dinner, unaware she was the entertainment at yours. Yesterday she stopped mid-story and asked whether you two had met.

After her mother left, your stepdaughter stayed in the house, dresses to be noticed, and smirks like she notices everything. Last night she said "you can just say it." The divorce envelope sits unopened.