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Mar. 31st, 2012 06:17 am[Filter: Private]
The one thing about all of this that I can't see any comedy in is Eara.
When she asks me if Anita is to be her mother, now, I know that the correct answer is yes. Anita is good with her. They are close, and they like each other. And Eara so desperately in need of a mother figure. The girl is growing at an alarming rate. The guidance she needs will very soon be beyond my purview.
But I don't want to say yes. I want to tell her, quite firmly, no. No, Anita is not her mother. Her mother is Lady Adelaide, my only true wife, the most beautiful woman in the world. The only woman I didn't want to hurt. She has Adelaide's hair and nose and cheekbones, and I already see bits of Adelaide's creative spark. How could a child who is so plainly and wonderously the product of me and Adelaide be claimed by someone else? Eara has only one mother, and she threw herself to her death ...
And she's gone.
The one thing about all of this that I can't see any comedy in is Eara.
When she asks me if Anita is to be her mother, now, I know that the correct answer is yes. Anita is good with her. They are close, and they like each other. And Eara so desperately in need of a mother figure. The girl is growing at an alarming rate. The guidance she needs will very soon be beyond my purview.
But I don't want to say yes. I want to tell her, quite firmly, no. No, Anita is not her mother. Her mother is Lady Adelaide, my only true wife, the most beautiful woman in the world. The only woman I didn't want to hurt. She has Adelaide's hair and nose and cheekbones, and I already see bits of Adelaide's creative spark. How could a child who is so plainly and wonderously the product of me and Adelaide be claimed by someone else? Eara has only one mother, and she threw herself to her death ...
And she's gone.
