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           Mostlyhemanagedtopushitallbelowconsciousness,butwhensheflauntedtangibleevidenceofherlustbeforehiseyes,threwhermysteriousactivitywiththatlecherousoldbeastinhisveryteeth…Howcouldhethinkofit,howcouldheconsenttoit,howcouldhebearit?Hewantedtobeabletothinkofherastotallyholy,pureanduntaintedastheBlessedMother,abeingwhowasabovesuchthingsthoughallhersistersthroughouttheworldbeguiltyofit.Toseeherprovinghisconceptofherwrongwastheroadtomadness.Ithadbecomenecessarytohissanitytoimaginethatshelaywiththatuglyoldmaninperfectchastity,tohaveaplacetosleep,butthatinthenighttheyneverturnedtowardeachother,ortouched.Oh,God!

           Ascrapingclangmadehimlookdown,tofindhehadtwistedthebrassrailofthebed’sfootintoanS.

           "Whyaren’tyouDaddy?"heaskedit.

           "Frank,"saidhismotherfromthedoorway.

           Helookedup,blackeyesglitteringandwetlikerained-uponcoal."I’llendupkillinghim,"hesaid.

           "Ifyoudothat,you’llkillme,"saidFee,comingtosituponthebed.

           "No,I’dfreeyou!"hecounteredwildly,hopefully.

           "Frank,Icanneverbefree,andIdon’twanttobefree.IwishIknewwhereyourblindnesscomesfrom,butIdon’t.Itisn’tmine,norisityourfather’s.Iknowyou’renothappy,butmustyoutakeitoutonme,andonDaddy?Whydoyouinsistuponmakingeverythingsohard?Why?"Shelookeddownatherhands,lookedupathim."Idon’twanttosaythis,butIthinkIhaveto