Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...
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not even see. I have been more <strong>of</strong> a father to her than you have,<br />
and not you nor God can take that from me.”<br />
“I will take her from you now,” he growled, advancing.<br />
(Drop your weapon, Mister!) “<strong>The</strong> care <strong>of</strong> her soul is in my<br />
hands, and takes precedent over any dreams <strong>of</strong> the flesh. God<br />
condones all actions undertaken in the interest <strong>of</strong> the soul. I will<br />
have her from you before she ends up –just –like –her –mother!”<br />
He spat these last words with a roiling hiss and raised the cross on<br />
high.<br />
I do not <strong>of</strong>ten read peoples minds. Sometimes I wish I<br />
never did at all.<br />
“You bastard,” I breathed. “What that you’ve done would<br />
your God condone?”<br />
Russell Raskin halted mid stride. His eyes bulged. His<br />
throat gurgled something that would never be a word. His left<br />
side spasmed violently, and the force <strong>of</strong> it spun him twitching to<br />
the ground. <strong>The</strong> crucifix leapt from his hand, hiding its face in<br />
the carpet. Russell curled and splayed, and then lay still.<br />
<strong>The</strong> policeman came forward, gun drawn.<br />
“I would have shot him. Really, I would have.”<br />
Shut up, I willed him.<br />
“What did you do to him?” He asked in awe.<br />
“Nothing. Call an ambulance.”<br />
Chapter Fifteen<br />
<strong>The</strong> beeps and muted bustle <strong>of</strong> the world’s worst waiting<br />
room fought the smell <strong>of</strong> antiseptic for possession <strong>of</strong> the air, as I<br />
sat down to wait beside Juliana Spring. <strong>The</strong> slump <strong>of</strong> her<br />
tempered shoulders informed me she had no emotions left. Sam<br />
was sleeping down the hall, six stitches, no fracture, and an egg<br />
on his crown fit to hatch the Christmas turkey we had not had<br />
time to eat.<br />
“Is he awake?” I <strong>of</strong>fered, by way <strong>of</strong> conversation.<br />
“What did you do to him?”<br />
My eyes winced shut.<br />
“I did nothing…”<br />
Nothing.<br />
“How is he?”<br />
“Doctor Sato says his mind is clear, but his body is<br />
completely wrecked. She says it was either a stroke or a heart<br />
attack, or possibly both at once. She says it’s hard to tell because<br />
we don’t have any medical records…”<br />
She trailed <strong>of</strong>f, gazing through the tiles. Her hands tore at a<br />
Styr<strong>of</strong>oam cup.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> police searched his house for paperwork, but they<br />
couldn’t find anything useful. Just junk and religious tracts… No<br />
records… No will…”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y found…” Her voice died. She tried again.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y found…”<br />
I put my arm around her, but she was done with tears.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y found my mother’s teeth in the basement.”<br />
“I know.”<br />
“You know? Why do you always know?”<br />
I shook my head.<br />
“What will you do?” Said I, when the silence became too<br />
painful.<br />
“He’s dying, isn’t he?”<br />
“Yes,” I responded, knowing it was true.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n I suppose I’ll have to forgive him.”<br />
427<br />
“That is up to you.”<br />
She sniffed.<br />
Nurses flitted past, pale as ghosts, busy as angels, each<br />
sacrificing their Christmas day to make the world a touch less<br />
painful. After a timeless tedium Juliana squeezed my hand.<br />
“Thanks.” Only a whisper, but sincere.<br />
I smiled thinly.<br />
“He wants to see you, you know,” said Juliana suddenly.<br />
“What?”<br />
“That’s what he said.”<br />
“Me?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“Why?”<br />
“He didn’t say. He just asked me to send in the damned<br />
Druid if he came around.”<br />
I contemplated the machines, the smells <strong>of</strong> death and<br />
healing.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n I will go and see him.”<br />
Chapter Sixteen<br />
Russell Raskin lay like a skull on a pillow, his hands<br />
gnarled and nearly lifeless on the sheet that pinned him down.<br />
Wires trailed beneath the cloth. A tube bled oxygen into the air<br />
beneath his nose. His eyes followed me as I entered the room.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a chair by the window. I sat.<br />
“You knew.” His voice was quiet.<br />
I nodded.<br />
“How?”<br />
“I looked into your eyes and saw the truth that lived there.”<br />
“God told you,” muttered Russell. “He told you, so that<br />
you would tell me, that I might see my life for what it was. <strong>The</strong><br />
bastard. You are no better than I was. Why should He let you<br />
win?”<br />
I said nothing.<br />
“He did not lie, you know.”<br />
“I do not think the gods can lie. It seems a purely human<br />
art.”<br />
“He told me no human hand would stop me, too. I did not<br />
realize that meant He would.”<br />
“Perhaps he was giving you the chance to stop yourself.”<br />
“Shut up with the righteousness, will you?”<br />
I studied the wires and tubes, the machines that stretched his<br />
life.<br />
“Look at me- a dying preacher discussing God with a Druid.<br />
I must be mad.”<br />
“I once read that the important religious distinction was not<br />
between those who believed and those who did not, but between<br />
those who loved and those who did not. What you or I believe<br />
may not matter so long as we act with love.”<br />
“That does not leave me any better <strong>of</strong>f,” growled Russell.<br />
I looked away.<br />
“You loved them both, Russell. You could not have hated<br />
so powerfully else.”<br />
“Do you believe that?”<br />
I shrugged carefully.<br />
His eyes blazed.<br />
“Answer me, damn you! Do you believe that? Or are you<br />
feeding me lies so I’ll die content?”