A Second Chance
Copyright© 2013 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 30
Still sore from the 'collision', we were there Wednesday night. Ellora understood that there was to be NO contact between the Austin siblings of tab A and slot B ... although she didn't understand why.
"Common as the dirt on the ground or leaves in the trees. Why should a girl with questions have to ask her girlfriends or schoolmates to give her answers when her 'mates' don't know any more than she does? Isn't it better to have the people she knows and trusts to explain the way of a man with a woman?" She wasn't really asking ... she was telling.
"What about... ?"
"The major problem with America is christianity," she said. "And it doesn't matter what a child decides ... that christian up bringing is with her no matter if she chooses another path. 'Raise up a child in the way he/she should go and they will not depart from it.' It's always in the background.
"Take the word christians used to name the man on the cross. Jesus. If a Buddhist whacks his thumb with a hammer, does he cry, 'Oh Budda!!?' Or Wiccan curse, 'Isis!!?' Even the Jew, 'Yahweh!!?'
"No... 'There is no other name under heaven by which men might be saved' ... Whack yourself with a hammer? 'JESUS!!' Do it again? 'JESUS H CHRIST!!" That's how deep the word goes. And the word is pervasive.
"When the result is joy ... happiness ... pleasure, why shouldn't the people who best know their children be the provider?"
"What about incest?"
"Pharaoh married sister. For a thousand years the bloodline is true."
"Oh."
"Even cattle breeders will slip in a ringer now and then, though. The ban against incest is more political than physical. The politics of the game says spread your genes far and wide ... that's what college is for ... spread the gene pool." Dr. Patil said, "Better roads, faster transportation ... the days when one is born, raised, married and buried within 20 miles of home are over."
"Well ... you seem to be getting the benefit of our lessons."
"You bet ... slide just a trifle to the left. Right ... there ... uh huh ... huh ... huh ... huh..." Then she asked ... while still writhing, "How are you doing on your thesis ... is ... is ... is?"
Grace put down her sketch pad and moved a bit..."for better light." she said ... she said that a lot.
"Lift your head, Sally ... you greedy thing." Grace slid right into the notch, "for better light," she said. "Oh my ... that smells good."
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