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at the dinner table. One night I woke up and you weren’t in the room or in the bathroom. It was a couple of hours before you came back. I figured you were with Emily, but I didn’t do anything about it. Hell, you were twenty-one and a man. There was nothing I could do.”
    “We were so careful…. Neither one of us was ready for a pregnancy.”
    “Did you love her?”
    “What?” he asked, but he’d heard the question. He just didn’t want to answer it.
    “Did you love Emily?” George repeated.
    “Yes,” he admitted slowly.
    “Did you promise to go back and see her?”
    He wanted to block out the truth, but he couldn’t. “Yes, but then you and Mom told me about her illness and I couldn’t think about anything else. Later, I just had to get away.”
    George patted his arm. “It was a difficult time for all of us.”
    He raised his hands in a helpless gesture. “I just can’t understand how she could do that—give up our baby.”
    “I’m sure she didn’t do it without a lot of pain and suffering. It couldn’t have been an easy decision. Why didn’t her parents help her?”
    “When Rose found out, she flew into a rage and there was some danger of her losing her own baby.”
    “Oh, yeah, I forgot about Rose’s pregnancy.”
    “Emily said she did what her parents wanted.”
    “What did she mean by that?”
    “Her parents were hurt and embarrassed by the situation and they insisted that the only thing to do was give the baby away so no one would ever find out. They had their own child to worry about and I suppose they weren’t interested in raising Emily’s bastard.” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.
    George shook his head. “Emily was alone, scared and probably didn’t know what to do. Why in God’s name didn’t she call you? She knew where you lived.”
    “She did,” Jackson said in a low voice. “She calledthe hardware store and the house, but I was too upset about Mom to take any calls, so she never got through to me.”
    “Oh, my God.” His father sounded horrified.
    What?” Jackson asked urgently.
    “I remember there were several calls from Owen after Sarah died. I wasn’t in a mood to talk to anyone. Besides, I assumed it was just about fishing. Maybe he was calling about Emily’s pregnancy.”
    Jackson frowned. “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah. I couldn’t understand why the man kept leaving messages for me.” George slapped the table with his hand. “Jack, we’ve done that family a terrible injustice.”
    Jackson took that news the way he had all the rest—with a blow that was threatening to overwhelm him. “I can’t grasp any of this.”
    George shook his head. “I know, son.”
    Jackson didn’t say anything else and George asked, “What are you thinking?”
    “I keep wavering between anger and compassion,” Jackson told him. “Emily had to deal with the pregnancy alone. As you said, that couldn’t have been easy. She’s a proud, intelligent woman.”
    “Yes,” George agreed.
    “Then, on the other hand, I feel she callously gave our child away. I don’t even know where my daughter was born or anything about her.”
    “Why didn’t you ask?”
    “I was in a state of shock and…I had to get away from Emily before I said something I’d later regret.”
    “I see,” George muttered. “What do you plan to do?”
    “I’m not sure,” Jackson said, taking a swallow of coffee.
    “You’re not planning on leaving things like this, are you?”
    Jackson inhaled deeply. “I can’t answer all these questions, Dad. Give me some space.”
    “I always try to do that,” George said in a reasonable voice.
    He knew that and he was snapping at his father for no reason. There was silence for a moment, then Jackson said, “Sorry, Dad, but there’s something on my mind and I can’t shake it.”
    “What?”
    “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    “You can always talk to me.”
    He knew that, too. He took another deep breath. “I’m thinking of