When he calls, we talk about our days, our weeks, and our hopes. Occasionally, we rant, but not often. Because of how much time we’ve lost, we’re constantly catching each other up. He tells me about his childhood, and I tell him about mine. He’s called at least once when I was deeply depressed. He asked if everything was okay, and I didn’t have the energy to lie. I told him I knew I wasn’t much fun when I was like this or interesting to talk to. He said, “You’re my daughter. Everything you do is interesting to me. I know you’re upset, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to try and help. Can we just keep talking?” I smiled at the longing in his voice. This was what he never got to do, be there for me in hard times. I could give him this.
“Lordy, has this been painful,” [Comey] said. “I’ve gotten all kinds of rocks thrown at me and this has been really hard, but I think I’ve done the right thing at each turn.” (CAN YOU GUYS BELIEVE THIS GUY)
“Although my main characters find themselves in difficult circumstances, they are not passive. They resist, confront, and sometimes arrive at moments of transcendence.”
You do not have an account with Catapult. Please make sure you have typed your email address correctly. If you believe this message is in error, please email
[email protected]