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Show 73t there, but I guess i t was too frightening - no earth beneath him. Because he rowed back to the shore before he gave her the diamond." Brian gazed over the lake l i k e a sea captain judging the weather. "Do you want a divorce?" I asked him suddenly. His eyes were startled, violated, the pupils dilating. "Do you?" The hurt-animal look returned to his face. "I...I don't know. I have to have more room. I mean, I'm just finding out who I am...I don't know if I like me, or if you like me, of if we'll like each other. And my values are - changing, maturing. There's my family; I have to have them in my life. There has to be room for them, for what they are, what they represent." Brian swallowed and stared. "I knew who you are when I married you. And these things you're finding out about yourself and your family - I knew about them, too. I don't have any trouble with that. It's...what if Mr. Right comes along? Where does that leave me?" My mouth fell open. "You are! You're Mr- Right. No other man - except maybe my father - has had my loyalty. And my father's no threat. You're different enough, but..." Brian bit the side of his lip. "No threat? Huh." Light soared in me and pressed on my heart. Did Brian know how much I longed for the wholeness, the roundness of my family? Did he know how I missed having many shoulders to bear the weight of life's burdens, having other minds and i o"? Did he know of the mouths to think and speak in cnoraie. secret times, the tir.es 1 hid even from myself, when I wanted him to be more like my father....? |