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kitty :(

So there we were: night, day, and the Fourth of July, and just for a moment there was a peace treaty.

"I’ll bet he preached the Gospel right to the very end"

“I guess I was scared of seeing him as a crazy person. The tales got wilder and wilder as the years went by. That he'd had five wives, who all left him, for example."

I survive here on outrage. Naturally I would, I grew up with my teeth clamped on a faith in the big white man in power—God, the President, I don’t care who he is, he’d serve justice! Whereas no one here has ever had the faintest cause for such delusions.

The news of Father wasn't good. He was living alone. I hadn't thought of this—who would cook for him? I'd never envisioned Father without women's keeping. Now he was reported to be bearded, wild-haired, and struggling badly with malnutrition and parasites.