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Show 75b I sucked my breath in. If the Lord was speaking to me, h t was I to do? How could I bear such responsibility? »0f course, dreams can be the product of many other things -- they can be provoked by something we've eaten, or they can give voice to our secret fears and d e s i r e s ." "But what can I do, Daddy? Some of my dreams are so they would p i t me against p e ^ l e I love. And others, if they came t r u e . . . . " I glanced around desperately. The others were catching wind of our conversation. My dreams were private. "I...I can't." My voice broke. Aunt tugged at his arm. "Rulon -- Maria's waiting." I turned away, on the verge of t e a r s , but he took my arm. "Come to mother's house and w e ' l l t a l k ." "My mother's?" He was nodding, then turning away. I was breathless. My father had invited me to talk with him! "I'll be there," I called as the door closed. As it turned out, I took one of his new wives tc pick up her car - the price of having his time. He was waiting, his fingers riffling a deck of cars impatiently. He didn t even know why I was late. "here he had always held his serious consultations. •I...I don't know why I had to talk tc you." I stammered 'I've been thinking a lotaabout the family and about the past. ^oiipied virtues. And Daddy, it's a good life. It has unparalleled v • .H share yourself and everything the way you take everyone m and share * „ nf life - sometimes, you own. . .1 can see that it's a heavenly way cfl1f too young and too lost But I was too preoccupied with myself, V v, take but what we can give to understand that it isn't what we can take, |