ailed ts of anger and anxiety.

    quot;Did you ever?quot; my mot; a story. And to t sually o say it.quot;

    From tcion unnerved me. quot;Can  out of ;

    of ty, I announced my decision. quot;Im not going back tals, no more lessons, no more strangers coming up to me ories. I quit.quot;

    For a moment, I t my fat a cigarette and let Mom take over tion.

    quot; quitting....quot;

    quot;Did you  t lady said?quot; Mary c;S you lived in t;

    quot;You dont even like to stand next to a tree.quot; Elizabeth laughed.

    quot;t about your feelings, Mom, but mine.quot;

    My fatared at te line in the road.

    quot;You are a sensitive boy,quot; my motinued. quot;But you cant let one ory ruin your life. You dont mean to tell me youre going to quit eigale.quot;

    quot;It isnt t. Ive ;

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    quot;Dad, Im tired of it. Sick of practice, practice, practice. tired of ing my Saturdays. I t;

    eering ood t all t nigalking, make out tional confrontation, but I  all ability to eavesdrop from a distance. Once in a ; or quot;bloodyquot; explode from  ts it. Near midnigormed out of t a desolation. I  doairs to see if Mom ting in tcable before her.

    quot;s late.quot; Sied a ribbon around a bundle of letters and set it in t;Your fato e once a ory by , but s again. Pregnant,  een at time, ss. Sill alone at time of  as old as sing my life as a o be amed age  into .

    quot;You take almost anytions run so strong. ars, and