V.C. Andrews - DeBeers 03 by Twisted Roots

Author:Twisted Roots
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-01-17T00:35:45+00:00

Epilogue

Forgiveness

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I suppose that there was same cruel and impish creature of Fate who had decided Cade would be killed on my birthday. The irony of that struck Mommy, too, but we didn't dwell on it, and she was quick to emphasize that I should in no way ever feel responsible.

"Too often." she said. "guilt is like some random infection people catch. There's no reason for it, but they suffer it until and unless we can help them see it doesn't belong with them."

I think I began by feeling the sorriest for Danielle, of course, but at the funeral and afterward, despite how he had treated me all my life. I ached for Adrian. He looked amputated, half of him gone. He did everything with an air of tentativeness and uncertainty, whether it be speaking or merely standing. I could see him checking for his brother at his side and saw how he realized he was gone, forever and ever. It would be as if his sentences were only half completed, his laughter unfinished. Words spoken to a trusted second half would fall back into thoughts. Everywhere he went and every place he stood would seem deeper, wider. longer. Every sound he made would echo.

At the cemetery he looked years younger, a little boy clinging to Danielle, who was overcome with grief. It wasn't until then that Daddy appeared dazed. He was so calm and collected at church and afterward, greeting people with his professional, distinguished manner. Only when he looked at Mommy did I see his lips quiver. He and Mommy embraced far the longest time I had ever seen them hold each other, and I thought, how odd that is to see your mother and your father hold each other and think of it as remarkable. He smiled when I kissed him and then patted my hand as if I was the one who had experienced the deepest loss and not him or Danielle.

My nonfamily seemed impatient at church. I saw my younger cousins squirming uncomfortably, Asher Eaton, still a very distinguished-looking man, had the most sensitive and deeply saddened look of all on his face. Occasionally I caught him looking my way. and I thought he was even smiling at me. Bunny Eaton had her eyes closed as if she were sitting in a dentist's chair and waiting for it all to end. She did not come to the cemetery. I overheard someone in my nonfamily say she had never been in a cemetery, and when she is driving somewhere and a cemetery appears, she turns away quickly or closes her eyes.

Later we learned that their solution to all this grief was to jet off to Paris for a shopping spree. Not once did I hear anyone voice what was on most everyone's mind: The accident was the result of Daddy's spoiling those boys. They weren't mature enough to own and operate such a powerful boat.

They didn't have the self-discipline.

And then, as if impish Fate were sprinkling salt

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