Ask Our Savior for forgiveness and be done with it, you say? Do you think I have not tried? That goes to the very heart of my problem. When I solicit forgiveness, I get angry simultaneously. I asked the Lord’s help before the duel. But the duel went forward regardless. I could not stop it without besmirching the Lufkin name. Where was Our Lord then? He said his yoke was a mild one. My opponent, a crude and licentious man, was left unscathed. My face will probably remain a study in horror, one that will make the kind at heart weep and children flee. A mild yoke? Really.
