Twisted Roots (DeBeers 3)

unfortunately. I'm sure there are many, many

wonderful and beautiful things out there for me to see

and paint.

"I wasn't completely honest with you before, Once I did try to leave on my own. I started walking away from this place, but it was as if I hit an invisible glass wall. I had to stop. and I couldn't lift my foot to move forward. Finally, shaking and weak. I turned back and just dropped myself in the chair on the

porch, feeling defeated."

"We can't take you away with us. Uncle

Linden," I said softly.

"Why can't we?" Heyden asked.

"He's under a doctor's care here. Heyden." "It doesn't sound like he needs a doctor to me,

and besides, what's the doctor doing for him here?

He's been here a long time. You told me that yourself" "Heyden...."

"I thought you always wanted to get him out of

here."

"To bring him home, not to take him on the

road!"

"Well, what's the difference? The motor home

is a home, and you heard him. He wants to see new

things, to stimulate his creativity. If you aren't

creative, you're not alive." Heyden repeated. I looked at Uncle Linden, who was smiling. "Yes, yes," he said. "That's exactly it. The

young man knows."

"Well. I don't know," I said, shaking my head. But the whole idea suddenly looked possible,

and my boasting and moaning began to frighten me. "Well, I do know," Heyden fired back, all

stirred up with hope. "Here's what we can do: I'll

negotiate a price for the motor home and tell the

owner we'll pay him cash. He'll want some sort of

guarantee, so we can use your credit card for that, but

he won't pass it through, so no one can use it to track

us down.

"We can really do this," Heyden continued, his

excitement building.