comfortable, clear-cut, manageable. And when theyâre not, we turn tail and run. Like a bunch of cockroaches scared by the light. Weâre no better than that.
He was still sitting there two hours later, when Vince and Charles walked in. âNot you, Charles,â Ethan said. âClose the door behind you.â He waited until Charles was gone. âHow long did it go on?â he asked Vince.
âJesus Christ, Dad, not again,â Vince protested. He sat in a leather chair in the corner of the library. Behind him shelves of books reached to the ceiling, and illuminatedglobes of the world stood about the room on mahogany stands. He put his feet on a leather hassock, crossing the ankles. âWe went through this a dozen times last night. I told you, I donât know what got into her. I havenât a clue why she picked me. Sheâs got a lot of problems, you know. Rita was right about her being unpopular, and she didnât like schoolââ
âHow do you know that?â
âI donât; how could I, for sure? But whenever somebody asked her about school at dinner she didnât seem excited, or even much interested. Did she? To you?â
âI donât know,â Ethan replied, troubled because he had not noticed.
âMy guess is, she was into drugs. I wouldnât say that to Charles, but thatâs what I think. God knows what kind of group she got in with at schoolâwell, if God doesnât, Marian mightââ He smiled briefly at his father; then his face became somber. âIâve worried about her for some time, you know. I worry about all the young people today; they seem so lost. Too much drugs and alcohol and rebellion. But I worry about you, too, Dad. You canât blame yourself for Anneâs craziness. Sheâs enough of a grown-up to know she has a responsibility to her family, and if she walks out on us, we canât say itâs our fault; we have to let her go. Iâm not saying we shouldnât do our damndest to find her, and Iâll help all I can, but if sheâs really gone, I think we should accept her decision and not get all worked up over it. I have a feeling sheâll be fine. Underneath all that posturing and smart-aleck talk, sheâs a pretty strong girl.â
There was a long silence in the library. Ethan listened to the echo of Vinceâs satisfied voice. In his memory, he saw Anne as a child, with gangly arms and legs and heavy black hair falling over her eyes, alone most of the time, trying to get attention in ways that often were rude and even wild. Once Ethan had watched her in the garden, talking to herself. A lonely, vulnerable little girl who never really felt at home in Marianâs house.
For the first time, Ethan felt the pain of Anneâs loneliness.He saw again her desperate face at the dinner table as she said those terrible words, and then her crumpled figure, crushed and defeated by the wavering of her family.
âAre you feeling all right?â Vince asked. âCan I get you anything? Tea? Itâs about that time, isnât it? Iâll ring.â
âShe was telling the truth,â Ethan said.
Vince had been halfway out of his chair. He jerked upright. âYou donât mean that.â He stood with his weight on one foot, his hands in his pockets. âShe was lying, Dad; I told you. I told you it wasnât true.â
âI heard you. I believe Anne.â
âYou canât believe her! Dad, she was lying! Kids lie; everybody knows that. You wouldnât choose her over me; youâre my father, for Christâs sake!â
His head thrust forward, his hands flat on his desk, Ethan contemplated Vince in silence.
Vince let out his breath. His body grew slack. He took one hand from his pocket and spun the globe beside him, gazing at it pensively. With his other hand he made a small gesture of helplessness. âI donât know how to convince you. I
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