Ash Wednesday
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“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but I love you,” I repeated. I wanted her to accept my apology and then we could kiss and get married.
“You love me now?” she asked, straight-faced, turning so she was flat toward me, her hands tucked into the armpits of her sweatshirt.
“I love you now.” I tried to be clear, unafraid, unconflicted.
“Tomorrow?”
“I want to marry you,” I said.
There was a giant pause. We looked at each other.
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“You’re forgiven,” she said, and tried to smile. She clenched her jaw and wiped away her tears, frustrated with herself for crying. “But forgiveness is…overrated. Actions have repercussions-like a science experiment, a chemical reaction.” She moved back to the sink, turned both faucets on, and let the water swirl together. She looked worn out. I perceived in her eyes and in her gestures that, yes, she cared about me, she would cry about me, but in the end she could and would get over me. Somehow, I hadn’t realized that.
“The truth,” she said, talking almost to herself, “doesn’t need us to protect it. All we have to do is live inside it and it will protect us, right?”
I nodded; I don’t know why; I didn’t understand what she was going on about.
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“I brought you this book. I figured you’d remember it.” He lifted up an old worn green book I’d carried with me from ages eleven to fifteen almost without fail. “Emily Dickinson. You were a fanatic for Emily Dickinson. You remember that?”
“Of course,” I said, holding the weight of the book. Inside he’d written Just to let you know some things are always here. Love, Daddy. He always tried so hard to love me, I know he did, but even with that…
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