From the moment his daughter walked into the apartment with her lip looking as if she had bitten it repeatedly, Fox Mulder knew that the quiet evening was about to become a bit more interesting.
"I'm almost afraid to ask what you did to Marly Skinner."
"How did you know..."
"Call it parental intuition."
"I slugged her."
"Where?"
"Her nose. Mom thinks I might have broken it."
"Why did you 'slug' her?"
"She violated my privacy. Again."
To this he could only put his head in his hands and wonder why almost every peaceful or quiet moment he ever had in life never lasted very long.
"Are you angry at me ? "
He looked up, a glitter of amusement in his eye.
"I have no clue what I am supposed to do with you so until your mother gets back, and we can discuss this rationally, I'm just going to send you to your room."