Topanga walked into the house and saw her father sprawled out on the coach, with a UFC match on the TV & a couple of beers on the coffee table. Topanga had just returned from San Francisco and had bought bags full of "hippie shit" as her father called it. She smiled and lit up some sage to try to wake her dad from his deep slumber. After ten minutes the snoring disappeared and sneezing began. She walked in to see Tig rubbing his nose on his shirt sleeve, "How women find you attractive is obvious. I mean look at your manners. If only I could find a girl who wiped her snot on her clothes I'd be the happiest dyke ever." Tig pointed his finger at his daughter, "Hey, don't. You know how I feel about that word. Don't disrespect yourself." Tig had just learned that his daughter was a lesbian about a year ago and was surprised. He wasn't upset, he just didn't think that his kid who almost always wore dresses and grew up playing with My Pretty Pony would be gay. He looked up and smiled at her, "Really, sage? You wake me up to sage? Burn some pot, I mean come on. What if one of the guys walks in here? I might as well be listening to some Joni Mitchell." "Under all that," Topanga made a face and pointed at his clothes, "there is a sentimental guy under there. You buy me flowers every week. How hardcore can you really be?" She smiled and sat next to Tig, as he wrapped his arm around her. "What can I say, I can't resist my Lamb." He always bought Topanga sunflowers because she was the best kid he had. Fawn and Dawn, well, he screwed them over, but Topanga was different. She was there no matter what, forgave him for all the foolish things he did and just truly loved him. "How was the trip anyways? You didn't call me back this morning. I was worried. I don't trust that damn Prius, you need a real car or a bike." She smiled, her father if nothing else, was overprotective. "I wasn't alone," she rolled her eyes. Her and her "best friend" had gone on a weekend getaway. The fact that she was turning eighteen in a month didn't seem to faze her father at all. "It was nice. We went shopping, went to Wild West Side, a really interesting hookah bar and just hung out at the beach. Her Aunt was really sweet & took us to some really nice restaurants." "What the hell is Wild West Side and what are you wearing?" Topanga smirked, "Well, it's a dress. You see, some dresses cover peoples bums." She smiled and Tig gave her a smirk back, "Yeah, well it doesn't cover that" he motioned to her breast. She was built like her mother. Skinny with a big ass and even bigger tits. She simply rolled her eyes, she had always worn dresses but she had begun to have a more "racy" style now. Not that it was "racy" at all compared to what her father was normally accustomed to, but since it was his baby girl, it was scandalous. She avoided the other questions, as to what Wild West Side was. While her father claimed his was alright with her sexuality, she didn't want to divulge that she went to a lesbian bar with her girlfriend.

The conversation shifted when Topanga mentioned that she had stopped in at Fontana. "You go to the cemetery?" Tig looked down at the floor. "Yeah. We put some flowers by the grave." Topanga replied, also looking at the ground. Tig got up and walked to the kitchen and poured some whiskey and sat back down. "Yeah, I probably need to go there sometime too. It's just hard." He gulped the drink down. Topanga's mum, Serwa was killed in a car accident in Fontana while driving her sister. Serwa's sister was also killed in the accident. Serwa was not a woman that Tig would usually go for. He met her when he stopped at a restaurant on his way to Arizona. She had been working there in order to get her degree in Political Science. She wanted to have knowledge of how to advocate for social justice for Africa. Serwa was a refugee from Ghana. Her sister came to the US when they were both very young, with their mother, although their mother died of cancer a few years before she met Tig. Tig and Serwa had a one night stand, which turned into a week of pleasure. Tig figured that he had found a much better vacation than going to Arizona. A few months passed and he got a call from a very frightened Serwa. She had found out that she was pregnant and had wanted to have an abortion, but Tig wouldn't allow it. Serwa didn't want anything to do with the Club and was scared of Colleen finding out about her, something Tig failed to mention to her. However, Tig wanted her nearby so she moved to Pacoima. They had a passionate relationship and he did come to love her. When Topanga was born, Serwa and he became closer. Colleen knew he was having an affair but didn't press him, because she thought it was just with a crow eater. Colleen eventually found out about Topanga, when Serwa died. She was furious that Tig decided to raise Topanga, but bail out on his other two daughters. Topanga didn't have anywhere else to go though, plus that was his 7 month year old child.

Topanga looked at Tig and felt bad that she had mentioned the cemetery. She knew he didn't do well when she brought the subject up, but she wanted to bring her mum into the conversation, for whatever reason. Maybe it was because she was upset that Tig had Colleen in his life still, although it was minimal. This was one reason she needed to go to therapy she thought. She leaned over and kissed her father on his forehead, "I'm going to my room, it was a long drive. I'll make some tempeh for dinner." Tig looked up at her and faked a smile, "Tempeh, my favorite." She looked back, "I can make something else if you want." Tig got up and hugged her, "Lamb, I was only kidding. I love it when you make me dinner. If you wanna talk about her, we can." Topanga wanted too, but decided it was too much for her father to handle right then. She squeezed his hand, "No, it's OK, but thanks anyway."