It's not at all like that one morning in the tree house. Today I purposely give her more time. No fake coughing, no yawning. I can feel her body stiffen as she realizes her situation. Still in my more-or-less embrace, she slowly turns to face me. It suddenly occurs to me that she has absolutely no idea whose face she's about to look at, and my heart starts beating a little faster. But I stay perfectly still, keep my eyes closed and mentally brace myself for the punch (or at least the slap in the face) that's likely to come.