"That's nice," Misty piped up. "Remember
when I first began in the group therapy session and I
jokingly said my parents tried to give me back, but it
was too late? I have no doubt that if they had a chance
now to have a child all over again, they wouldn't. At
least she wanted you even after you were born," Misty
pointed out.
I nodded and returned to the letter.
"Relationships between men and women are
very complicated, Cathy. I know this is some- thing
you will learn for yourself I only hope I might still be
around to help you get through some of the more
difficult times. I'm not sure Geraldine is equipped for
the kinds of crises a young girl might experience." "Boy, was she right about that!" Misty cried. "As I said in my first letter, my parents, especially my mother, really believed I would learn to love
Franklin, but love has to come from a deeper place, a
place other than your brain. You don't study someone
and memorize his every mannerism and his habits so
that you can please him and call that love.
"Whether we like to admit it to ourselves and
others or not, we women need real passion and
affection in our lives. We like to feel good, to be petted
and fussed over It's nice to see a man's face light up
when you enter a room. It's heart- warming to see he
is willing to show you how much he does love you.
Unfortunately, Franklin was never capable of that. He
is a good man, a moral man, a considerate man, but
he's not a passionate man. Maybe it was wrong for me
to let my eyes wander; to let my heart have a louder
voice than my conscience and my brain, but I did. "Sometimes, I let myself believe Franklin knew
what I was doing. It helped me to think that he did, to