<p>Mia My best bell-bottom jeans slipped right on; on top a white long-sleeved shirt, and the worn high-heeled black boots had to do. Then lipstick, shadow, and a touch of blush and I was ready, but tired...thinking thinking. Nick, what now? You're the only man I love and you're gone but my love is not. I think of you only twice: when I'm awake and when I sleep. I will you to come back and apologize for dying and leaving me alone. To suffer existence without you is barely worth the knowing that there was once a boy like you. And, yes, it's unhealthy to dredge the memory of you, yearning and wishing for a miracle. But that's how it is. And I don't want to cry, Nick, and have to put on my face all over again. And I cried... and put my face on again. Sam "There's more, something else I've never told you. The twins were left alone all day and night, locked in their room, with the TV on, with no food. They used to climb out their window and go to Gracie's. Not once, Sam, often. Gracie and I talked, and she wanted me to decide what you needed to know." "Jesus Christ. When, Mom, why didn't you tell me right away?" "You were away, Sam, and I thought I could figure it out. She's threatened me and she meant it. I'm scared, son. They fight all the time, her and the boys, especially the twins. They love her, poor things, but they're afraid. She threatened to kill me if I told you."</p>

Absence of Grace, ... those conniving Gods,

I.A. Quinn

Fountain Blue Publishing

<p>The meds assuaged Sam's physical pain as anger warred with hope. On his trudge to the bedroom he pounded the wall; lean-step-drag-pound, thinking, lean-step-drag-pound, mapping the afternoon wondering how it would play out seeing Mia again. He placed Colleen's picture neatly on his bed stand, collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes, planning the meeting as he lay. He drifted into a fitful sleep and soon awoke in pain and hungry. Sam rose moaning aloud when he put weight to his left foot and shuffled himself to the kitchen, reached for a glass, the fry pan, bent into the fridge for eggs, barely able to manage juice, butter, and cherry preserves to the counter - more new pains. He scrambled eggs, sat on a bar stool stroking his cursed face and carefully forked in a mouthful when chewing hurt and caused his right eye to tear. He sat still for a three-count and downed a long drink of juice, some dribbling from his crooked mouth down his shirt. He hurled the glass to the wall. After swallowing more pills Sam composed himself and called his sons. They said they were about to leave for the airport and Sam's chest heaved at the sound of their voices - he quickly filled his mouth with eggs, muffling tears. They talked baseball and spring training and school. Love you. He couldn't talk anymore. Miss ya, Danny said and Sam wondered if he would.</p>

A Pound of Light, ... those conniving Gods

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Absence of Grace, ... those conniving Gods,

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