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Show 737 f0r unlimited l u s t . And yet her love - her torment - was istakeable in each agonized phrase, each jealous word, each angry jag of the pen. He sent her three thousand dollars in child support money, long overdue. He d i d n ' t explain about his years of poverty, how the family had lived on pigweed and had moved into the white house not even knowing where the f i r s t payment would come from... She wrote him a thank-you card, conceding his integrity. The correspondence ended. Another part of my father's l i f e , one of the beginning threads, had woven full circle. The loose ends were being t i e d in preparation, in preparation...- I gazed into the lake, wondering whether I must follow in his footsteps to protect my own integrity. The Principle was a matter far beyond me, but the issue of divorce had hovered like a vulture, waiting for the death-rattle. Could my principles - all of them fostered from personal i O - ^ P Brians Or had his problems so growth - survive alongside Brian. o ^v, r,-? thP relationship would overwhelmed me that only the death of the re provide a path to salvation. v+a biq arm tightened around As though sensing my thoughts, his arm me. "Want to go for a swim?" My eyes filled and 1 shoo, my head, stinting into lake. "What's wrong?" "It...it's just the sun." . ^ + "Do you want to leave now? Brian cleared his throat. ^ * v * d After a moment I tried to explain. My I shook my head. After ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ father asked Aunt Karen to marry him ere. ^ no-ht He was going w center of the lake in the moonlight. |
