Heartsong (Logan 2)

hadn't been with him. "But let's get back to you. When

you're coming up out of the wave, you're just feeling

these new sensations and you're full of the same sort

of questions May had about herself, questions you

had, too. Understand? Think of that, concentrate on

it." He paused and glanced at me. "Your body is

developing. There are tingles, feelings, sensations in

places there never were before. You're standing in

front of the mirror, naked, and you're seeing things

that, as you said, surprise, frighten, and thrill you at

the same time. Okay?"

I nodded. The air was so warm around me. I did

feel as if I had slipped back in time. His words

worked magic. My body remembered itself, the first

tingles returned, the images--

The teakettle whistled, breaking my reverie. He

poured us each a cup and offered me a cracker. "How do you know so much about women?" I

asked, and he laughed.

"Me? I'm far from the expert on women. You're

confusing me with dear old Dad."

"Is that really why you and he don't get along

so well?"

"That's part of it," he said, taking a sip of tea.

"Parents shouldn't try to force their children to follow

in their footsteps, especially if their feet are made of

clay," he said.

He talked a little about how his father had pressured him to go to law school and then how he had

rebelled. I told him about Cary and his dream to leave

fishing and become a ship builder of custom boats. "I told him to tell his father."

"Did he do it?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in