No matter what his reasoning and the
reasonableness of his voice, and no matter how many
times I told myself he was only doing what he thought
was right for us. I couldn't prevent something hard
and heavy from growing in my chest, making it ache.
I glanced up at a sky turned stormy and foreboding,
heralding rain and wind. It sent me home faster.
-Are you all right?" Mother asked as soon as
she set eyes on me.
"Yes," I said, but then began to cry, She sat
with me and listened as I described my session with
Thatcher in his office.
It doesn't sound very romantic. I know, but the
world has become so complicated. I suppose," she
said. "I can understand him feeling that. as an
attorney, he should take care of these things, but it
does take a bit of the glow from the candles. It's not
something Romeo and Juliet would have considered." I laughed.
"Yes, I can see that scene in the play. The monk
advising the two of them to see a lawyer, especially
because of the animosity between their two families." We laughed, and I wiped a fugitive tear from
my cheek. "I'm too busy to think about it anyway." "Of course you are. and I'm sure it will never be
an issue between you again."
Was she. I wondered, or do we all say the
things to people that we know they want to hear? We
ignore so much about ourselves, especially our own
mortality. Maybe the Bunny Eatons of the world were
better off after all. See everything through rosecolored glasses, deny the dark clouds their hold over
us, spend your life avoiding sadness and depression.
Dedicate yourself to it with such energy and vigor,