>>> She was right. Supporters seemed to be in short supply. Travesty of the century. I was glad to have her, someone /sane/, who cared >>>

>>> just as much about how Dr. Meredith Eaton fared as I did. I wasn't much the practical one, but I swear, I could love her just for that. >>>

>>> I glanced across at her quickly, with something just like that in my eyes before I directed my attention back at the road, words >>>

>>> conveying just as much, though dear ol' Da had probably screwed me up to such an extent that I'd never utter the actual words now.== >>>

>>> Thanks, for comin' with me. You coulda stayed in. =="What, and miss you and hot mom trying on dresses all day? Count me in." >>>

>>> I couldn't help the twinge of a smile, though altercations past were still trolling through my mind. --- What's your next /pathetic/ >>>

>>> excuse? In what way did she /ever/ falter? She stood by ya, took care of ya, made you a home and raised your /children/, helped ya >>>

>>> build up that business that means the world to ya, and juggled her own career besides. She /loved/ you every day of your miserable >>>

>>> life together, and she never once lied or was unfaithful - and don't you even try to tell me she was. She's done nothin' but be good >>>

>>> to you, and this is how you repay her, how you repay /us/. Ya know how many times I've watched her go out of her way to please you? >>>

>>> To be there or be /beautiful/ or even so much as get you to notice her? Oh, this was a long time comin', so drop the act that you're >>>

>>> somehow noble in all of this. You shoulda ended her pain long ago instead of causin' her more. Curse you and curse your fouled name. >>>

>>> I want nothin' of it. --- "Babe..." #Andrea's voice brought me back, and it didn't take long to see what caused her voice to drag >>>

>>> in an unspoken question. The charred remains of some massive fire, that was a little too close to the house for comfort, still >>>

>>> smoked on the front lawn. Scorched earth, if ever I saw it. Confusion sprang up in my mind as I parked along the street, but with >>>

>>> it, the fire of recognition, bold hope, that Dr. Meredith Eaton had taken to a little bit of rage towards the bastard herself. >>>

>>> I'd worried, after the agonizing phone call with #Sandra, that she wouldn't take seein' our father with his stupid /papers/ so well, >>>

>>> but I'd had faith she was stronger than that, than /him/, that waste of a man that made my faith in all sorts degrade even further. >>>

>>> I hoped this was her stand, and the first step towards lettin' go. "What the hell?"== About damn time...

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