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Show Inside Out, 235 R: But I left you a long time ago (not by my choice) R: and my coming back into your life now wouldn't be healthy for either of us. I thought about Terra and how sure I'd been that talking to Joseph would be bad for her now. R: Please try to let your heart understand. R: And now tell me all about you. How is high school? And for the next hour-one precious hour-I talked to my mother. It was the strangest, saddest, happiest, most beautiful conversation I had ever had with anyone, all on a computer screen. She reminded me of old times, some of the funny things I had said as a child. She asked me about Leslie, and I could tell that she felt only love for the woman who had married her husband. She asked a little about Paul and Dad and Sophie, but not much. She asked me about my art. And it felt so good to tell her all about it-and she was happy for me! Suddenly I saw how foolish I had been to think I could only matter to her if I was a good writer. I could be an artist, or whatever I wanted, and it wouldn't change anything about how she felt about me. It felt wonderful. Then she asked me about boys. She asked how I liked Joseph. Me: Has he told you how we "mef? R: Some. I don't understand all this computer technology. I was only just getting used to the internet before I died. R: He's told me about Terra, and about his own death. R: He's been through an awful lot about that I'm amazed at his maturity. R: I work with a lot of people like him, and he's progressed so much on his own. R: He'll do even better now that I found him a group. |