Sorry for the long wait, and on cliff hanger. However, wait no longer!
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And now, the dramatic conclusion . . . ScienceShe pulled back, mind frozen in indecision.
Then the memory of his betrayal came flooding back with a rush.
Vera: "Just what do you think you're doing, William?"
William: "But, you came to my protest."
Vera: "No. I came to protest your protest! There's a considerable difference."
The next morning dawned, but for Vera it wasn't filled with the promise of new beginnings and better days.
It was filled with the ridiculous spectacle her broken little family had become: celebrating her son's child birthday, as if everything wasn't in shambles.
Vera: "Blow out the candles, Devon! William, stop laughing at the baby."
She watched the sparkles transform her little toddler into a child, and she longed for the days when there were still so many possibilities in front of her.
Devon could grow up to be anyone, do anything, but Vera was stuck being Vera.
So she did the only thing she knew to do.
She wanted to do dance; she wanted to forget for a moment and pretend that none of this had happened.
Then William showed up.
Vera: "You look ridiculous; what are you doing?"
William: "I'm dancing! Sometimes the male must do a flamboyant dance to attract the female."
Vera: "Who told you that?"
William: "Giles, of course."
Vera: "My brother may be a genius, but you do realize how profoundly stupid he is about love, right?"
William: "Well, . . . is it working?"
Vera thought about her broken family, but most of all, she thought about her son. He was young. He had endless possibilities. She didn't want him to grow up confused and hurting, like she had.
She looked at William. She didn't know if she could trust him.
Devon: "Uncle Giles, are mom and dad going to be okay?"
Giles: "Of course."
Devon: "How can you be so sure?"
Giles: "You see, when the male bird needs to attract a mate, he dances flamboyantly and--"
Devon: "Huh?"
Giles: "Erm, well, let me start over."
Giles: "It's called science."
