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Show in my father's house/ 2 8 "Then why does Daddy have so many?" My voice strained against a stuck place in my throat. "Because it's God's law. We have to live it." "It isn't fair," I muttered. My mother abruptly pulled down her chignon. "This hair! I wish your father would let me cut it." Then she turned to me with a little smile. "If your daddy had settled for one wife, you wouldn't be here, darling." I went outside and stood in the yard, watching for my father's green Hudson. I needed to talk to him. At last his car rumbled along the lane. "And what did my princess do today?" my father asked, lifting me into his arms. I had held back my tears until I was safely within his bearhug. Now I sobbed, "I was going to marry Timmy. But Mama says I can't. Can I marry you?" He grinned, his gold fillings glinting in the afternoon sun. "Someday you'll grow up to be a fine woman like your mother and your own young man will come along. Then you won't think twice about leaving your dear daddy." I clutched his neck. "No, I won't! I'll never leave you and Mama!" Then I saw he was carrying me toward Aunt LaVona's basement apartment. I stiffened and drew away. "Are you going to eat supper with Aunt LaVona again?" |
