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Show in my father's house/ 323 Chapter Nine My fourteenth summer was a time of questions without answers, of being alone with my books and my thoughts while my mother cleaned arid ironed her days away, never asking for my help. It was as though she understood that I had been pushed too far, that something in me was falling apart. But the understandings I took that summer were found in books. I was initiated into the realization that the world is pillared with great minds. Saul spent an infrequent summer afternoon with me, bringing his tools from his city apartment to whittle or carve his sculptures on the back step. We talked of what I had been reading and of the nature of democracy, how every person is given the birthright of free thought. I told him that I missed him terribly, and he would sigh and shake his head. "Maybe someday I'll work things out with Dad. Then I'll come home. Or maybe I'll get married first." |
