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Show Moon - 64 evil was cast out. If people simply changed their way of seeing, they'd feel this Perfect Love and never be sad or sick again. Joy set to work learning how to show God's love. She wrote letters to her grandmother, Ruth, telling her that she finally understood and was reading from Science and Health every day. Ruth sent her little packages and pretty pictures cut out of magazines and signed the letters "love." Joy drank her milk without complaining, did her best to stifle the gagging. And she decided she could love her father after all. She would heal his sadness. James carried his sadness like a duty, shrugging into his gloom importantly as if it were a black judge's robe. Magisterial, he sat in his easy chair, his hand curled around the ever-present drink, his eyes scanning some far-away place. He created the atmosphere of the home with a mere wave of his hand, like a king. Joy and her mother and baby brother moved furtively around the house, avoiding each other's eyes, not smiling much. It was as if a spell had been cast and everyone was asleep. Joy decided to change this. She climbed onto her father's lap and tried to show him the Perfect Love in her eyes, to tell him of the happiness of lilies of the valley that came up every spring no matter what, of leaping to music so the air itself could lift you. But his eyes grew hard like glass and cut into a place inside her she wasn't sure even God could reach. Even so, she persisted, for she understood that it is by loving that a person comes to believe in love. Esther came to spend a Christmas with them. Her hair was bright orange now and she smoked dark cigarettes that looked like little cigars. Her yellow eyes glittered like the lights on the tree, and her cheeks were red as if she'd just come |