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Show S7S But how could I say t h e s e t h i n g s to my f a t h e r whose face and posture, indeed, h i s e n t i r e manner t o l d me, 'Live up to i t .' "I'm moving as f a s t as I can, Daddy. As the s p i r i t moves me. n He grimaced. Sometimes our f a s t e s t i s n ' t fast enough, dear. Sometimes we must be moved by f a i t h and l e t the s p i r it come upon us l a t e r ." I pressed my l i p s t o g e t h e r and thought of old wounds as I fingered my car keys. " I ' d b e t t e r be g e t t i n g home," I announced, k i s s i n g him q u i c k l y . "Brian w i l l be wanting supper." It was a l i e . Brian would not be home for supper - j u st as he had not been home for supper i n a long time, coming in as late as he p l e a s e d and having a l r e a d y eaten. I drove across the v a l l e y t h i n k i n g of brotherhood and b e t r a y a l , of families and i n d i v i d u a l s , of a l l the many ways i n which l i fe is conceived, then d i v i d e d , then brought t o g e t h e r again -- only to be s n l i t once more. |