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Chapter 22
Iturnonmysidetofaceher,justasshemakesthesamemove.Shegazesatmewithhercrystal-clearblueeyes.
“ComplicatedandmercurialarethetwopiecesofinformationIwanttoconcentrateon,Ana.”
Ohno…
“Oh,Mom,hismoodswingsmakemedizzy.He’shadagrimupbringing,sohe’sveryclosed,difficulttogauge.”
“Doyoulikehim?”
“Imorethanlikehim.”
“Really?”Shegapesatme.
“Yes,Mom.”
“Menaren’treallycomplicated,Ana,honey.Theyareverysimple,literalcreatures.Theyusuallymeanwhattheysay.Andwespendhourstryingtoanalyzewhatthey’vesaid,whenreallyit’sobvious.IfIwereyou,I’dtakehimliterally.Thatmighthelp.”
Igapeather.Thissoundslikegoodadvice.TakeChristianliterally.Immediatelysomeofthethingshe’ssaidspringintomymind.
Idon’twanttoloseyou…
You’vebewitchedme…
You’vecompletelybeguiledme…
I’llmissyou,too…morethanyouknow…
Igazeatmymom.Sheisonherfourthmarriage.Maybeshedoesknowsomethingaboutmenafterall.
“Mostmenaremoody,darling,somemorethanothers.Takeyourfather,forinstance…”Hereyessoftenandsaddenwhenevershethinksofmydad.Myrealdad,thismythicalmanIneverknew,snatchedsocruellyfromusinacombattrainingaccidentwhenhewasamarine.Partofmethinksmymomhasbeenlookingforsomeonelikemydadallthistime…maybeshe’sfinallyfoundwhatshe’slookingforinBob.Pityshecouldn’tfinditwithRay.
“Iusedtothinkyourfatherwasmoody.
