He was avoiding her. Sure, Bob had to make her, Dash, and Jack-Jack food. But when he himself was eating, he ate somewhere else. As long as he didn't have to look Violet directly in the eye, he was safe.
He would catch her looking at him, a strange sort of look on her face. She wouldn't look away like she had only a little while ago. She had this sort of power, like she seemed more confident of herself or something.
Helen didn't notice anything strange in the atomosphere, of course. Her head was either buried in some book or in a pillow, or she was at class on the local college's campus. Bob had tried to talk to her she simply said, "Not now, Bob."
He needed someone to turn to. He needed something to do with himself.
Bob knew he couldn't avoid her forever. It was just some phase that she went through, like the brief period she would talk about Tony like he was the best thing in the world. He and Helen would just smile and keep their thoughts to themselves. It was pass, he was sure.
Violet's birthday was coming up in a month and half. He would have to pay attention to her on that special day, give her a gift or two, and be extra nice to her.
Bob was half looking forward to the day, because she was his daughter. But then there was the fact that she was in love with him.