I did not want my mother to die, but I wanted David’s love for her to die, for that would be much preferable to hers for him dying first.
Though he had allowed himself to walk into the waters of baptism, he would never walk through the doors of the temple.
Under the banner of heaven, I pledged my allegiance to David Dalton, but would never recognize his allegiance to my mother.
It was a jubilee of sorts—the tinkling of our fluted stems signaling the beginning of the New Year & of the best years of our lives to come.
It wasn’t the vow David made to my mother, that he would love her, but rather, the vow he made to God to never leave me, that showed me his heart.
Mother’s redecoration of Maxwell Manor resembled the Mormon temples that were open to the moral elite, rather than the Catholic cathedrals that were open to the unwashed masses.
Mother had put off the natural woman to put on the spiritual, for in her eyes, the 2 entities could not co-exist, for 1 would always rule over the other.
As she drew closer to God, she withdrew from us, even as David & I grew closer than ever. A part of me still feared losing him if he completely lost Mother.
I had never heard David thank God for anything before, save that night in the hospital, & I wondered, if, in his own way, he was changing, too.