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"Chris, I don't care what you say It is not necessary for you to visit her again this suh You've done what you can to help her and you can't So forget her and concentrate on us, your family"

I peeked around a bush Both arden, where the larger trees grew Moround around the roses Green thumb she had, and he did too

"Cathy, must you stay a child forever?" he asked "Can't you ever learn to forgive and forget? Perhaps you can pretend she doesn't exist, but I can't 1 keep thinking we are the only family she has left" He pulled her to her feet, then put his hand over her ht, hold onto your hatred, but I'm a doctor sworn to do what I can for those in distress Mental illnesses can bethan physical ailments I want to see her recover I want her to leave that place--so don't glare at ain that she was never insane, that she was only pretending She'd have to be crazy to do what she did And for all we know the twins rown tall anyway Like Bart He's not of nore"

Oh, wasn't I?

"Cathy, how can I feel good about lect my own mother?"

"All right!" stormed Momma "Go on and visit her! Jory, Bart, Cindy and I will stay on with Madame Marisha Or we could fly on to New York so I can visit with soave him a crooked smile "That is, if you still want to join us"

"Where else would I go but to you? Who cares if I live or die but you and our children? Cathy, think about this--the day I turn my back on my mother will also be the day I turnyou"

She fell into his ar stuff I hated to see I backed away, still onabout what Momma had said, and why she hated his mother so randmother next door really wasthe truth?

It was so hard to figure out Was Corrine Malcolhter like John Amos had told me?--was she the one who had "tempted" John Amos? Or was that Malcolot confused after reading Malcolm's book; he'd skip back to his childhood and write about his rown up, like his c

hildhood was more irow up

I heard the at es

"I love you, Chris, as much as you love ht if you're not there I want you not to be a doctor, but a row up, but each day brings the our secret, and I'm so afraid they'll hate us and won't understand"

"They'll understand," he said How could he knoould understand when I wasn't good at understanding even si so bad it woke Moht

"Cathy, have we been bad parents? Haven't we done the best we could? After living with us from their childhood, how can they help but understand? We'll tell theive them all the facts, so they will see it as we lived it In so doing, they'll wonder, as I often wonder, hoe survived without losing our minds"

John A or they wouldn't be so afraid ouldn't understand And what secret? Whatever were they hiding?