No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone. ‘That is my mother. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury.
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