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I followed him in and Randall picked up a newspaper He went to pay for it while 1 stood there gazing out theMoht He wore a tweed sports jacket and jeans He was at least six feet tall and very good looking with a strong lanced at the store and I looked directly into his face, but he didn't look at azed at a newspaper headline, read it quickly and then continued on

The little boy at his side clung tightly to his hand I thought the child was cute, especially because of the proud way he held his shoulders back and his head straight Every once in a while, he looked up at his father as if he wanted to be sure he was i him well They crossed the street and continued toward the river That little boy could very well be irl back at the house could be my half sister I had come all these miles, all this distance, to look upon thee I felt It was as if I was caught up in a dreah a sea of wishes and promises

"Well?" Randall asked co up beside me, "what do you think? I think there's so before I could reply

"Oh, you can't tell that frolimpse, Randall," I said

"Let's see where they go," he suggested "Maybe we can get a better look at him"

"I don't want to, Randall"

"We'll just stay far enough behind to "

"No," I said ood about this He's out for a ith his little boy It's just not right to spy on him"

"Not right? Why isn't it right considering who you are and who he ht very well be?"

"I don't know," I said and left the store I walked quickly in the opposite direction

"Wait ato catch up

"I don't know Back, I guess"

"Rain "

"Leave ered behind, following slowly, knowing enough to keep away My heart was filled with so s were battling inside me Yes, I wanted-to know him, to find out if he really was my father and then to talk to him, to learn about him and to make sure that he knew about me, but I was also still terrified that the moment I approached him and he discovered who I was, he would turn away fro near hiht did I have to walk in on him like this? How could I expect him to care about me, someone he has never known, he has never seen!

It almost made me feel dirty, like a voyeur, to have colie of his face, those bright black pearl eyes, that look of intelligence and that soft sazed at his little boy all flashed across ain What was his voice like? What if he looked at me with as much love and pride as he looked at his little boy?