7. Trust Russet: I stare, wondering why my father expects...
7. Trust
Russet: I stare, wondering why my father expects me to trust him after all the craziness, all the weird games. I loved him. But trust?
Russet: I watch the tall man walk in tree shadows, then through a shaft of sunlight. The white thing angles out, way past his shoulder.
Russet: Canvas? A rolled-up tent? I squint, my right palm flat on the window glass. Wind stirs the trees and the sunlight flickers.
Russet: The man pivots, sets off, walking fast, then stops abruptly. He turns and faces the
Russet: I stare, wondering why my father expects me to trust him after all the craziness, all the weird games. I loved him. But trust?
Russet: I watch the tall man walk in tree shadows, then through a shaft of sunlight. The white thing angles out, way past his shoulder.
Russet: Canvas? A rolled-up tent? I squint, my right palm flat on the window glass. Wind stirs the trees and the sunlight flickers.
Russet: The man pivots, sets off, walking fast, then stops abruptly. He turns and faces the
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