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<blockquote data-quote="Ray&amp;Donna" data-source="post: 100851" data-attributes="member: 42"><p>August 22, 1998</p><p></p><p>Donna looked over her manuscript for what seemed like the hundredth time. Naturally there would be further revisions, but having been out of the writing game for so long, she wanted to make a good impression. What she had written was coherent, it was true to Andrew, and was honest. Finishing the book was like closing the chapter on this part of her life, a time that was happy if not completely fulfilled. She was lost deep in thought when a voice interrupted her.</p><p></p><p>“Mama, what’re you doing?”</p><p></p><p>She turned to face her daughter. “I was just looking over this manuscript one last time before I mail it to the publisher.”</p><p></p><p>Margaret smiled. “You should let me read it.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think you’d find it very interesting. All of that political stuff can be kind of dry and boring.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, I lived part of it—how boring could it be?” She reassured.</p><p></p><p>Donna laughed. “You’ve got a point there.” She looked at Margaret pensively. “Do you ever miss him?”</p><p></p><p>“I do sometimes. It seems weird that I can’t see him anymore, since he was such a big part of my life.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s how I feel, too. He really did love you like you were his own.”</p><p></p><p>“I know,” she replied. After thinking about something for a moment, she asked her own question. “How did you meet Andrew?”</p><p></p><p>“Well, it was kind of a chance meeting. I was working on the oil lobby, trying to help stabilize the price per barrel. He was one of the senators I had to convince that my goals were worthwhile.” She motioned toward the couch. “Come sit beside me.” </p><p></p><p>Margaret sat down and continued the discussion. “So you met him in Washington?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes—in those days I commuted back and forth. Not the easiest thing for a pregnant woman to do, but I felt it was important.”</p><p></p><p>“How did Daddy feel about it?”</p><p></p><p>Donna frowned. “Well, he didn’t approve. We had hit a rough patch, and all we did was continue to hurt each other. There was a disconnect between what was being said and what was understood. There was a divide and there just wasn’t a way for us to live together anymore.”</p><p></p><p>Margaret looked puzzled. “That’s kind of confusing—could you clarify your point?”</p><p></p><p>Donna laughed. “What are you, a lawyer?” She then smiled. “I’ll try to simplify it. We couldn’t be what the other wanted—or needed—at that time. Do you understand?”</p><p></p><p>“I think so.”</p><p></p><p>“So we both found people who would give us what we needed then. It didn’t mean we didn’t love each other anymore, it just meant that it didn’t seem right to stay together just because there was a baby on the way. That’s why you were born in Washington. The divorce was already final, and I had moved there permanently. It was a hard decision, but I did what I thought was best for our future. It seems silly now, doesn’t it?”</p><p></p><p>Margaret placed her hand on Donna’s. “It’s not silly—just kind of sad. But the good news is that all of that is the past.”</p><p></p><p>“Thanks honey. You’re right, of course. Okay, I have to take this to the post office. I know you want to come.”</p><p></p><p>“Of course—then again, I’ll do anything to keep from having to do homework.”</p><p></p><p>“Did you finish packing up your room?” They had discussed moving to Ray’s house for good after her first day of school.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, but I didn’t have that much. Almost everything is over there already, since that’s where we spend so much time.”</p><p></p><p>Donna smiled to herself. “Well, we do spend a lot of time there, but I know your daddy enjoys it.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ray&Donna, post: 100851, member: 42"] August 22, 1998 Donna looked over her manuscript for what seemed like the hundredth time. Naturally there would be further revisions, but having been out of the writing game for so long, she wanted to make a good impression. What she had written was coherent, it was true to Andrew, and was honest. Finishing the book was like closing the chapter on this part of her life, a time that was happy if not completely fulfilled. She was lost deep in thought when a voice interrupted her. “Mama, what’re you doing?” She turned to face her daughter. “I was just looking over this manuscript one last time before I mail it to the publisher.” Margaret smiled. “You should let me read it.” “I don’t think you’d find it very interesting. All of that political stuff can be kind of dry and boring.” “Well, I lived part of it—how boring could it be?” She reassured. Donna laughed. “You’ve got a point there.” She looked at Margaret pensively. “Do you ever miss him?” “I do sometimes. It seems weird that I can’t see him anymore, since he was such a big part of my life.” “That’s how I feel, too. He really did love you like you were his own.” “I know,” she replied. After thinking about something for a moment, she asked her own question. “How did you meet Andrew?” “Well, it was kind of a chance meeting. I was working on the oil lobby, trying to help stabilize the price per barrel. He was one of the senators I had to convince that my goals were worthwhile.” She motioned toward the couch. “Come sit beside me.” Margaret sat down and continued the discussion. “So you met him in Washington?” “Yes—in those days I commuted back and forth. Not the easiest thing for a pregnant woman to do, but I felt it was important.” “How did Daddy feel about it?” Donna frowned. “Well, he didn’t approve. We had hit a rough patch, and all we did was continue to hurt each other. There was a disconnect between what was being said and what was understood. There was a divide and there just wasn’t a way for us to live together anymore.” Margaret looked puzzled. “That’s kind of confusing—could you clarify your point?” Donna laughed. “What are you, a lawyer?” She then smiled. “I’ll try to simplify it. We couldn’t be what the other wanted—or needed—at that time. Do you understand?” “I think so.” “So we both found people who would give us what we needed then. It didn’t mean we didn’t love each other anymore, it just meant that it didn’t seem right to stay together just because there was a baby on the way. That’s why you were born in Washington. The divorce was already final, and I had moved there permanently. It was a hard decision, but I did what I thought was best for our future. It seems silly now, doesn’t it?” Margaret placed her hand on Donna’s. “It’s not silly—just kind of sad. But the good news is that all of that is the past.” “Thanks honey. You’re right, of course. Okay, I have to take this to the post office. I know you want to come.” “Of course—then again, I’ll do anything to keep from having to do homework.” “Did you finish packing up your room?” They had discussed moving to Ray’s house for good after her first day of school. “Yes, but I didn’t have that much. Almost everything is over there already, since that’s where we spend so much time.” Donna smiled to herself. “Well, we do spend a lot of time there, but I know your daddy enjoys it.” [/QUOTE]
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