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Show U7 his hand? Where was the Jeannie that believed she understood him as no other understood him? Certainly he would not remember her, his mind crowded with demands and memories of thousands of people. But I must remember her - the child that had once been, the child that had reveled in his presence, knowing that he loved her as God had created her, with her vague recollection of truth and heavenly perfection. He threw my daughter up and l e t her f a l l , catching her as she rushed earthward. "You haven't seen the new house, have you?" My daughter giggled with delight. "The big house?" We-spoke of the new residence that had been constructed for a l l his wives. "No, I haven't. And I haven't met your new. ..wives, either." My voice had gone suddenly b r i t t l e. "Then come/with us. We're going there now." I hedged. "I'd l i k e to go. But I haven't a car to get home..." "We'11 bring you home. We'd love to." I flushed. My busy father, willing to travel across the valley to bring me home again. I swst deeply ' flattered. I ran u p s t a i r s and threw on jeans and a sweater, then stuffed the baby's arms into a jacket. "We're ready," I said. "All aboard the Mayflower," he cried, flinging the car door open. Kehad always said that, as though each t r i p to v i s i t friends or to go to meeting, or even to the grocery store was a pilgrimage. |