Be brave, girl!"
As Theresa went out the back door Metaneira looked up, shook
her fist. "Athena, you are a conniver. Who have you sent to poor
Theresa? I should have known. Oh, well, you may make a
delightful daughter-in-law."
She shook her head, looked out the back door.
Theresa and Demo were standing quietly, his arms around her.
"It's all right, little sister. You see, I think it's always
been this way. I've always felt toward you like a big brother. I
don't think I could really have been anything else." Demo spoke
quietly.
He liked Theresa, always had. Not as a lover. No, more as the
little girl next door than as an attractive and mature young
lady. Even now he could not see her other than as the little
girl.
"Who is he, Theresa? Are you sure?"
"You know him. Randy. He is so strange and wonderful and I knew
when we first met."
He smiled, placing his hand under her chin he lifted it up. "If
he ever mistreats you, you let me know. And tell him big brother
will beat him to a pulp if he isn't nice to you. Understand?"
She half sobbed, half laughed.
"Yes, big brother."
She hugged him, her arms around his neck, then kissed him on
the lips, pressing against him. For a moment they stood thus.
"You know, big brother, I think I could have made you love me -
another way. I'm very glad I didn't. I'll always need a big
brother."
"I'll be here."
21. Dream Shadows
In sleep reality is dreams, dreams reality.
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