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Show in my father's house/ 275 he's wrong to do that - to go against God's prophet." "I know all that, Danny." "Besides...I need the money - so I can go to Nevada." "Oh, Danny, I wish you wouldn't go. It's hard enough, losing Jeanne and my friends, without losing my brothers too." He hugged me briefly. "I have to go. I can't explain it. I just have to." My mother persuaded Danny to sleep in his basement bedroom for the few days until he was to leave for Nevada. "Your job is at night and Daddy works during the day- He won't even know you're here," she reasoned. A day or two later, Danny came upstairs with a huge swelling on his left hand. "A black widow spider," my mother gasped. "See - there are the leg prints. My mother was bitten by one in Short Creek, and she packed it with salt and vinegar, but I don't think we should fool around with that, Danny. It looks so red and angry. Go over to the office and have Daddy treat it." Danny went to my father's office and I felt a vague comfort, thinking perhaps they would talk, that my father would hold Danny and whisper reassurance to him as he had done when my mother was sick and feeling outcast. Perhaps they would reach a compromise and Danny would decide to stay. But my father did not retract his position, and Danny didn't alter his plan to return to Nevada. That same summer, Jake determined to marry Maria - a small |
