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Show ^1 painting Saul did of the white house and s e t on a bookcase in the back room. And t h e r e , in i t s stead, she hung one of her own. Can b e l i e v e such nerve?" I shook my head. The symbolism was even a c c u r a t e . Saul had been set aside for t h i s new woman - and a l l the o t h e r s. My father had forsaken some of h i s own c h i l d r e n to f a t h e r people who shouldn't need f a t h e r i n g anymore. "What else?" "She speaks s e v e r a l languages - Hniimr to be very bright* She has iriwPI-mm s o r t of s a r c a s t ic tone in her humor. •&emmmmmm*tim&rii»*&&ewf-CTO«g"b'g»wj» She told someone t h a t ' I t ' s about time Rulon married a woman who i s his intellectual e q u a l . ' " My heart raged. I n t e l l i g e n c e equated alith brazen manipulation! Intelligence equated with s e l f - a g g r a n d i z e m e n t ! "Don't l e t her YISOM -nr<s** n*« «A«iv h puJt f*ij torn AimiM, hM-> get to you, Mama," I pleaded,Ahblding hog. " i n t e l l i g e n c e is a relative t h i n g . It d o e s n ' t m a t t e r so-muek how much you've got as what you do with i t . And i t sounds as though s h e 's done considerable harm. . ." But suddenly I had the most p e c u l i a r sense t h a t my mother ana her/\children somehow h e l d an i n t i m a t e connection to t h is worldly, a g r e s s i v e woman I had never seen. I r e l e a s ed my mother and s a t down, dazed. My mother d r i e d h e r eyss but q u i c k l y began to cry again. "! don't mean t o blame h e r - I d o n ' t mean to judge. I t ' s me, i t ' s my f e e l i n g s t h a t I c a n ' t r e s o l v e . I j u s t c a n ' t believe that anyone could force her w a y . . ." "Well, i s n ' t t h a t how i t i s a l l set up?" I asked coolly, to bring h e r out of her lake of sadness and i n t o reasoning ab°ut the s i t u a t i o n . "The man i n the P r i n c i p l e always has the |
