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Show 5 SO Brian picked up Becky, a sleeping b a l l in the back seat, and carried her into her bedroom. When he came into the livingroom he sat beside me and - to my s u r p r i s e -- picked up our conversation ivhere we had l e f t i t . Usually he t r i e d to find a way out of talking. "Somebody has to wield power. I t ' s there - people don't want responsibility for themselves. They don't know how to pull together without a leader. If the right person .doesn't take power, then someone who c a n ' t handle i t w i l l ." in front of I remembered my f a t h e r standing A the group before h i s had it split, Brother Musser's hand on A shoulder. Tears^dripped through his fingers. He had not wanted the r e s p o n s i b i l i t y - he had b e e n ' c a l l e d ' t o i t . That was not a l u s t for power. Then I remembered t h a t Aunt A. '. had accused him of 'pushing himself forward.' Why did people see things so differently when the r e a l i t y of events afforded only one explanation? "Well',' I sighed, "Maybe he i s n ' t handling i t well enough. Maybe t h a t ' s the problem." "Problem?" "Well, look at Mama. She has suffered, just like they said. And for what? So someone else can have his a t t e n t i o n - sometimes the very people who deserve i t l e a s t ! Maybe Danny is right --maybe Mama needed a full-time husband." I thought about that for a minute. Having a full-time husband didn't really make any difference; I had found that out first-hand. " ^ . . . i t ' s the q u a l i t y of the a t t e n t i o n that counts, I guess. Mama only got time with him when i t was her turn and then she was like the other mothers, bending over backwards to make his |
