That’s no surprise, really. And he blames me. That’s a tough situation for me.”“But it’s not your fault!” Kara protested. “You tried to stop me so many times. I pretty much made you do it!”“He’s not going to see it that way,” I said. “He’ll say I should have stopped you every time. Trust me, he blames me. And he’s going to get an earful from my mom about the scores of girls I’ve been with. That’s not going to help at all. In fact, that’s going to make things even worse.”“I know,” she sighed. “But I can tell him you gave up all those girls for me. Maybe that will help.”“I think at this point, not much will help. Are we going to be able to talk on the phone?”“He said I could call to tell you. I don’t know about after today,” she said, starting to sob.“Let’s just take things one day at a time. Maybe your mom and I can talk tomorrow, when your dad is at work? And do you think Joyce can talk to you?”“Maybe. He mentioned only letting me go to church activities and only talk to church. Samantha turned on her date. ‘And you have to buy me something dry to wear until we get back.’ ‘What about me? You two started it.’ ‘I’ll let you buy something dry for yourself.’ Flabbergasted, John stood amazed at the whole situation while his date and her daughter walked off into the crowd. ‘Something’s not right about this picture,’ he grumbled. They found a small gift stall and soon John and Samantha were sporting a pair of matching circus t-shirts after changing in the port-o-potties. They had time for one last ride on the carousel before Samantha decided it was close to Brianna’s bedtime. John remembered that last time on the merry-go-round as Samantha rode on a white mare with flowery reins while he bobbed up and down beside her on his own black destrier. She was carefree and happy, the former an expression that he’d never seen on her face. She was breathtaking. The trip back to Samantha’s house was uneventful as she and John talked quietly about the laboratory work John was.
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