He Had Then Warned His Daughter Not

Love Means Not Ever Having To Say You're Sorry.

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

The Pain Of Not Knowing What To Do Was Exceeded Only By That Of Knowing What I Had Done.

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.