Your mother and I do not approve of drinking. Have you not heard of the Eighteenth Amendment?โ โProhibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.
Libba BrayWe don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.
Libba BrayWhat did I do to make Mommy leave?โ โYou didnโt do anything. This isnโt your fault.โ โThen why?โ sheโd wailed. โI donโt know,โ her daddy had said, and he looked so sad. โIt isnโt fair!โ โNo, it isnโt, baby. Not by a mile. The worldโs only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, thatโs one less fighter on the side of fair.
Libba BrayThe wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say, Shhh, there, there, it's all right. One leaf still dances in the air. It spins higher and higher, defying gravity and logic, stretching for something just out of reach. It shall have to fall, of course. Eventually. But for now, I hold my breath, willing it to keep going, taking comfort in its struggle.
Libba Bray