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Show 7n I sighed my r e l i e f when Clare got in the car. "I'm sorry I took so long," she said. "The architecture is so peculiar. Not r e a l l y phenomenal or well-planned, but there are such odd a d d i t i o n s ." I grinned, banishing the gloom. "There have been some odd additions, a l l r i g h t . I think I'm one of them." After we had lunched, I went home to rest and to clear my head, slouching on the sofa with my feet propped on the coffee table. Thoughts of my father surrounded me. Perhaps I could drive across the valley, complain about the headaches I'd been having. But that would be too much like my mother, who always waited u n t i l * health problems ..irr--^~ before she would 'impose on him. ' Besides he was so busy. His practice was growing, the group was growing. The stoop of his back told that the burden weighed heavily now, aging him. The same burden that had primed him to wrestle with l i f e now bent him toward the earth, compromising the ramrod posture which had once been a lightening rod to join earth and sky. Brian s t r u t t e d into the livingroom like spring i t s e l f. "Have you seen the day? So warm! I took the afternoon off." I nodded absently. "It must be spring." "Get a b a b y s i t t e r - we're golfing with Danny and Dierdre." We drove in Danny's car to my favorite course, the one in the Wasatch Mountains. I played a b e t t e r game than my usual dozen strokes per hole. The pale green of the mountainside was a soft coverlight over the c h i l l of the e a r l i e r day, a&own comforter snuggling my fears to sleep. |