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Show 773 ted? And why, if the Principle was true, had we lied about • , why, if 1 w a s a Princess, heir to spiritual mansions and noUe bloodlines, was I also a hussy? The memory of the sting and blush, of the heated words seared again in my heart. I looked up at my brothers and s i s t e r s ^ mothers, their faces expectant. I looked at my father. His head was bowed, his eyes squinted shut. Lord help me. I must speak the truth. But let me speak it kindly. I cleared my throat. "I remember.. .when we were forced froa the white hou*, and Daddy had to hide from the law. Whatm t, cane to visit, he would skulk up the back stairs like a thief, or an intruder. " A ragged breath tore through my chest. "It seemed so j . A T caw him so rarely he unfair that we should be separated - 1 saw « tecome a stranger. But when f was inside and we ran to hi., it seemed he could hold all of us in his arms at once •v, on the faith he gave light, off the hope of seeing him again, on r A WP needed that more than us, on his strength in the Lord. We neeae + hntter he brought. And when the powedered milk and peanut butter ne e, .- a -aether, unable to finish, he was away. . ." I pressed my lips together, A <™oTfltelv I h a d n e e d e d hl I couldn't declare my love, how desperately iHn't admit so much to these and how he hadn't been there, couldn veritable strangers. did _. a nd But I had my right to pay homage, ^st v. A lifted, and I was suddenly to do it in my own way. My head ^ had snapped forced erect as though some heavenly chir disordered vertebrae in place. |