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| the high road |
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| by j david jones |
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 my mother had left us, my father, my brother, and i, long ago to marry a man of wealth and distinction. not long after that she left that man to marry another of even more wealth and more distinction. both of these men were evangelists by trade. we had joked at the time, among the three of us, that she would never be happy until she married god himself, then we ho-ho-ed and har-har-ed as we saw her swoon and writhe like st. theresa at the touch of the almighty. it was obvious that this joke pained my father. |
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