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Show - house/ Z|ij.o Brian was dazed, shaking his head. "That's Aunt Elsa," I explained, and noticed that she was expecting again. Something erupted insane me. You see, I was harboring this fond idea about getting married: I wanted to preserve the family unit, regenerate the race, give birth to heirs. Suddenly I saw the ludicrousness of my notion: All these warm, wriggling bodies, undeniably alive and fertile. My father himself was still procreating. Certainly we were not an endangered species, we polygamists. For a brief, panic-stricken moment I wondered why I was getting married. Then Brian squeezed my hand, and his eyes were warm and touched with humor, and there was acceptance in his mouth - how could I have forgotten! ftwas for Brian that I wished to perpetuate the race. It was for Brian that I wished to grow round and fat. Before I met him, I had not thought of myself as a mother. The new hope was Brian's; I should not confuse it with my feeling for my father. Feeling for my father. I had thought it was gone, all but a nameless fear. But there was so much more! Jealousy, envy, regret, hope, sympathy, a need to touch him. Love, yes there was love. The realization was most upsetting. Chairs jumbled and clanked as loudly as my thoughts as settled , , , , , . everyone A at the long tables. My mother had rushed in to take the seat across from me, beside my father. Vaguely I realized that I was being honored; my father had come to sit near me instead of taking his usual place at the head of the table. |