Chapter Two 
It had been years since Cynthia saw her hero, her father. Now, through a motive so malicious as to be scarcely believable, Cynthia’s mother Clareece, would allow her to see her fallen father in hopes that the sight would destroy Cynthia’s memories of him.

The hospice was both a beautiful place and a terrible place. Cynthia thought of it as an incubator at the other end of life while a body waited for the inevitability of a death on a date certain.  Many had come to this place but few had left on their own mobility.  Tom Wilson lay stricken here, a victim of happenstance in the commission of the deliberate act of being a good father.  Clareece would use this place to arrest once and for all, the hero worship her daughter exhibited toward her father and toward God. To Clareece first, then even Cynthia’s surprise, Cynthia would find strength and a renewed rebirth of the lessons her father had tried to teach her so many years before.

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