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Show 563 fences, and l e t the waves wash them away?" He was of the ocean, I remembered. The waves would never wash away my fence of mountains, the eternal ambient principles of Zion personified. "I'm Brian's wife. I love him and he needs me. I have to be f a i t h f u l to him. But that doesn't mean I can't love you, too. I do. We both do. Like brother and s i s t e r . . . ." Ed's eyes bleared. "Come with me," he said suddenly. "I can't do t h a t . Brian and Becky - they need me. I belong here. Salt Lake City i s my home." His eyes were f u l l and frightened and t h e i r pain shot through me. I had not counted on h i s caring l i k e t h i s . .. "I don't like to l e a v e , " he was saying, "But I can't stay now. Brian will never forgive me." I realized that he loved Brian as much as he loved me. It was the grass that had created a l l t h i s confusion, washing away roles and taboos l i k e tidalwaves ruining grapestake fences. I was through with grass. Ed, Jesus loved. He loved men, he loved women. He loved everybody. His love had nothing to do with sex. It was pure love - a brotherhood in Christ. That's how we love y°u. Please understand." Sd didn't understand. He took a bus to L.A. in time to attend the Rolling Stones in Concert. Several months l a t e r he wrote to t e l l us thank you,that he was married and had become a Jesus freak. |