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Show Inside Out, 148 "Yes. Well, maybe not. I think I'm mad at Mom, too. For bugging Dad so much." "And your father? You're not mad at him?" Terra tried to think. Dad, always in his room, always in the background. Not eating with them. Not talking to them, except that once, in the middle of the night. He had checked out, too. But it wasn't his fault. Mom had driven him to it-right? "Terra . . . Do you know what you need to do?" Terra stared at the stupid oriental rug. Someone should spill coffee on it. "I think you know what needs to happen. I won't say it until you are ready to say it to yourself. Do you know what it is?" Terra slowly nodded. "What is it?" "I need to talk to them." Dr. Scofield gave her a few seconds of rest. She tried to see it that way-her last rest. And then, gently, "Yes." "I don't think I can." "Why not?" "You see how I get. I can hardly talk about it to you. How can I say these things to them? They're my parents. Kids aren't supposed to ask about some things. It's like- it's like messing with God." "What are you afraid of?" "I don't know!" |