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But that doesn’t make sense, Beth,” he protested. “You balance the rest of our team. You’re careful with facts and you organize them well, better than some of the seniors. We need you.” Now you just listen, Miss Beth. You’re young, and you think you know enough about life to sit in judgment about your mother. Well, let me tell you, there isn’t anybody in this world that has a right to say what’s right or what’s wrong for somebody else. What’s right for you isn’t right for her. Every person is a special case. Just so long’s they don’t hurt anybody else, what a person does with their own life is their business.” Three speakers from my school, and three from Mercersberg squared off against each other, and with growing anxiety I realized that I would have to answer the dark-haired Galahad who I’d been staring at earlier. I didn’t know how I could. As he rose to speak, I sank deeper in my chair, and I don’t be­lieve I heard a word he said. I t didn’t work, and Mom started developing “friendships,” which Daddy didn’t like, but didn’t object to, because Mom was the one great love of his life. I found out most of this years later. The first thing I knew about it was when 1 was eight, and Mom met me at school one day with the car full of luggage, announcing that we weren’t going to live with Daddy any more. We drove to a city I forget and spent two weeks in a two-room hotel suite. We slept late every morning, and went to the movies a lot. And every night one of Mom’s “friends” would take us out to a glorious restaurant for dinner. I grew fat and spoiled, and had a nice time, but I missed my quiet daddy and his neat accountant’s hands. For the next two weeks, we hardly saw each other. Every minute the kids were not at Mom’s, Les was there working on the project. It went slowly, because after each night’s work everything had to be put away completely. So Les left our house before I got home, and I was usually so exhausted from my own work at the paper that I was sound asleep by the time he returned. On weekends, when the kids were out of the nursery for two days, Les spent eighteen hours a day working at Mom’s.

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None of your business,” I snapped. “Gladys, use your napkin,” said my mother, drawing attention away from me. At that time I was trying desperately to overcome my feelings of shyness and inferiority. Some friendly teacher had suggested that I join the debating club. I was petrified at the thought of getting up to speak about anything at all in front of any kind of audience, and the very idea of having to present a case arguing in favor of something scared me beyond words. I knew I never could, and yet I knew I had to try. There had to be some way out of my cage of self-consciousness. Oh, I can’t complain,” said Mom. “I have twenty kids now, and an assistant—really too many for the space I’ve got, but it seems there are so many working mothers now. I’ve been thinking that I really ought to go at this thing seriously, now that Bethie is settled in a home of her own.” I watched the two of them moving about the house, interrupting each other with ideas, and for the first time in months I saw Les’ eyes sparkle with excitement. I moved out of parents house and in with my boyfriend at the ripe old age of 19. One day, I lay dreaming in a twin bed in my mother's basement, the next I was playing big girl pretend in a one-bedroom apartment in a boxy building complex.

The truth hurts,” he said firmly. He was trying as much to convince himself as he was me. It was for the best.”

The next day, the society editor of the Herald went on vacation, which meant that I inherited, temporarily, her responsibilities, her long hours, and the use of her car. It seemed like perfect timing, for Les was finally ready to begin work on remodeling Mom’s house. She knew Mom was promiscuous, so did everyone else, but she never dreamed her mother would seduce her husband . And the only time a policeman ever came to our house was with a small boy who had run away from home, asking Mom politely if the child could stay with the nursery school kids until his mother could be found. In her way, Mom was a respected citizen of Easton. And Daddy probably respected her more than anyone. Someday, I can’t say when, we will see my parents again. We just aren’t ready to, and won’t be for a while. They have some things to work out themselves.