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Wallace smiled. “Now, there is the little brother that I know and cherish. You sometimes forget that Papa left all this to me for a reason. He knew well of your weakness of mind and trusted me to look after you. You must trust me as well. We must not let Papa down.” Edward dropped his eyes. Wallace let out a sigh. “And, Edward, to be fair, I guess I could have handled this better.” He jabbed a finger at Abitha. “It is just hard to keep one’s temper with that harpy nagging at us.”
Okay so I hate Wallace.
God’s help, she thought. If only I could count on that. But where was God when I was watching my mother die and my father going mad with grief and drink? I wish I shared your faith, Edward. What a comfort that would be.
On and on and on, Abitha thought, as she listened, finding it hard to understand how they could go over and over the same sentiments every Sunday. It’s not that complicated, she thought. Just do your best to treat others as you wish to be treated. What more needs to be said?
Apparently a lot more...most of it hypocracy.
Oh, to be a man just this one day, Abi thought. How I’d put that lout in his place.
I would have been burned at the stake if I lived in this era. I would not have been able to keep my mouth shut.
A star appeared in the cloudless night, sparkled, another, then another, then a hundred thousand. Father drank in their ancient light. He watched an owl fly soundlessly past. The insects and night creatures began their songs. The moon peeked out from behind the hills, bathing the forest in its silver glow.
What a peaceful image compared to talk of beasts and demons.
“If you follow ghosts you will become a ghost.
