![]() My cheeks are freezing by the time we go two blocks, my hair has a sodden weight on my shoulder. ![]() “The rain is colder than I expect-which is ridiculous, since it’s March. It’s so clear.ĭeclan pulls his pillow away from the wall, fluffs it up, and lies back down. As many times as I’ve read that parable, I’ve never considered a third perspective. If you’re anyone, you’re the man who watched his kids act like total dicks, only to stand there with open arms and forgive them.” ![]() “No, you don’t! You moron, there are three people in the story.” “Don’t you understand? I have to be one or the other.” You don’t resent anyone, even the one person you should.” You wouldn’t be the son who asks for his money and leaves. Is that what you need me to say? You’re neither son. ![]() “Are you listening to yourself right now?” “But is that saying that if I went back to him, he’d welcome me with open arms? Am I supposed to be that son?” When I’m done, he says, “What does that have to do with anything?” “Do you know the story of the Prodigal Son?” ![]()
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