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Show that he bribed the Mexican officials to set him free. His people came up with twenty thousand dollars. Where do you suppose they would get so much money?" "They bribed his way out? I thought it was just a little group." "But they have one who helps them." My father picked up his medical grip. "I must be going." He kissed the top of my head. "You take care of yourself." I nodded and smiled at him. He looked at me for a long moment as though assembling his words for a speech. I sensed that something had changed or was changing in him, but I could not say what it was. His words had been the same, his manner just as dogmatic as ever ~ but he had softened somewhere, somehow. When I left my mother's house, I went to the park where I took out pen and paper and wrote the first draft of a story about two polygamous groups - one with proper authority, one without, one with love, one without. The group with love bore strong resemblance to my family during the white house years. The groups without love was marred by insanity. They mistreated women, chaining one girl to her bed. One brother killed another. At times the groups seemed to ebb and flow together, but as I neared the end of the story, their differences became more distinct. But I could not finish it. For the leader of the group without love - I named him C^a-vin LeDuc, married to a woman called Rina, - was trying to force the leader °f the group with love to submit to his tyranny and lust for Power. And when the leader of the love-group - modeled after my father - would not relinquish his calling nor his freedom, |