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Quarter-Light -- ©Brenda Carter  Rin returns with a small gang, pulls me up off the grass, and we find our places in the march.
*** A few days later, Sandy sends another midnight e-mail. Jill- Ever since you broke the news, I've tried to be compassionate about your pursuit of a gay lifestyle. I grieved over the end of your marriage, the loss of my brother-in-law, the extent that wounding has obviously affected you. In spite of my moral position, I've done what I can to ease the difficulties your relationship with Rin has brought to my family. But I have never directed anger at you. You, on the other hand, have felt absolutely free to vent undeserved rage on me. Look deep inside, Jill. You have a problem and it's all about you. It has nothing to do with me. I love you and I want you in my life, but I'm no longer prepared to pay any cost to keep you there. Your veiled threats about backing off are the last straw. Stop sending me cruel e-mails. Sandy I need to do something to protect myself from barely intelligible messages that threaten to blow up in my hands before I can defuse them. I need to do something to stop Sandy from burning the last bridges between us. These two impulses may contradict each other, but no matter; I feel them both acutely.
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