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           “Ibothloveandhateyou,”Jessicasaid.“Thehate—that’sfrompainsImustneverforget.Thelove—that’s....” 

           “Justthebasicfact,”theoldwomansaid,buthervoicewasgentle.“Youmaycomeinnow,butremainsilent.Closethatdoorandminditthatnooneinterruptsus.” 

           Jessicasteppedintotheroom,closedthedoorandstoodwithherbacktoit. 

           Mysonlives,shethought.Mysonlivesandis...human.Iknewhewas...but...helives.Now,Icangoonliving.Thedoorfelthardandrealagainstherback. 

           Everythingintheroomwasimmediateandpressingagainsthersenses. 

           Mysonlives. 

           Paullookedathismother. Shetoldthetruth.Hewantedtogetawayaloneandthinkthisexperiencethrough,butknewhecouldnotleaveuntilhewasdismissed.Theoldwomanhadgainedapoweroverhim. Theyspoketruth.Hismotherhadundergonethistest.Theremustbeterriblepurposeinit...thepainandfearhadbeenterrible.Heunderstoodterriblepurposes.Theydroveagainstallodds. Theyweretheirownnecessity.Paulfeltthathehadbeeninfectedwithterriblepurpose.Hedidnotknowyetwhattheterriblepurposewas. 

           “Someday,lad,”theoldwomansaid,“you,too,mayhavetostandoutsideadoorlikethat.Ittakesameasureofdoing.” 

           Paullookeddownatthehandthathadknownpain,thenuptotheReverendMother. Thesoundofhervoicehadcontainedadifferencethenfromanyothervoiceinhisexperience.Thewordswereoutlinedinbrilliance.Therewasanedgetothem.