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Show ITORUb SPOKEN, WORDS UNSPOKEN, P. 2) Twice a week we'd drive down to the shore, caught among automobiles full of families travelling to beachfront'homes, and couples anxious to gamble away all they had at the coastal casinos. But no one knew more than you did what was left to lose. III. Testimony In the diffused light of early evening the black trees slowly carry their cargo of leaves to the other side of the street. Father, the house we once 1ived in is gone. All of your children are now grown. Come home. I'm your son. You will always be welcome. Yesterday, as the last light washed over the broken ridge of rooftops and the first few stars started the night, I waited by this window the way you used to wait for me, though I knew no one would arrive to whom I could speak these words. Even now, sitting at the same window, I know I have waited too long to tell you. |