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Chapter 7
Howtodoit,whathadtobedone?
"Meggie,IrealizedsomethingnotlongagowhichIoughttohaveseensooner.Youweren’tbeingquitetruthfulwhenyoutoldmewhatyouthoughtabout,wereyou?"
"I…",shesaid,andfellsilent.
"Youdidn’tsayyouthoughtaboutme,didyou?Iftherewasnoguiltinit,youwouldhavementionedmynamealongsideyourfather’s.Ithinkperhapsit’sagoodthingI’mgoingaway,don’tyou?You’realittleoldtobehavingschoolgirlcrushes,butyou’renotaveryoldalmost-seventeen,areyou?Ilikeyourlackofworldlywisdom,butIknowhowpainfulschoolgirlcrushescanbe;I’vesufferedenoughofthem."
Sheseemedabouttospeak,butintheendherlidsfellovertear-brighteyes,sheshookherheadfree.
"Look,Meggie,it’ssimplyaphase,amarkerontheroadtobeingawoman.Whenyou’vebecomethatwoman,you’llmeetthemandestinedtobeyourhusbandandyou’llbefartoobusygettingonwithyourlifetothinkofme,exceptasanoldfriendwhohelpedyouthroughsomeoftheterriblespasmsofgrowingup.Whatyoumustn’tdoisgetintothehabitofdreamingaboutmeinanysortofromanticfashion.Icanneverregardyouthewayahusbandwill.Idon’tthinkofyouinthatlightatall,Meggie,doyouunderstandme?WhenIsayIloveyou,Idon’tmeanIloveyouasaman.Iamapriest,notaman.Sodon’tfillyourheadwithdreamsofme.I’mgoingaway,andIdoubtverymuchthatI’llhavetimetocomeback,evenonavisit."
