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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Hard Promise, Chap. 13/14 (rom mf)
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 17:10:06 -0400
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HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather


- 13 -

As you are no doubt all too aware, when you're 15, or 16, or 17, or
18, emotions rule your world.  The blackest day can be followed by
the most marvelous evening you have ever known, and it all seems so
natural at the time.  It's only with the passage of years that you
look back on that time with a mixture of awe and humor that you
managed to live through those times relatively unscathed.

Yes, that one phone call opened up the lines of communication
between Melissa and I.  Within a couple of weeks, we were actually
on friendly terms.  The summer's upheaval, if not exactly forgotten,
was pushed into the background, where it mercifully faded away to
practically nothing.  Melissa and Micki were never going to be best
friends, but they at least found a way to put aside their animosity
for my sake.  I, on the other hand, faced a dilemma that kept me up
nights for a long time.  I had learned to respect and appreciate
Micki, and maybe even to love her, during our time of stress.  I
wasn't about to abandon her now, especially considering how fragile
she seemed to be.  I couldn't help thinking, however, that maybe it
was Melissa who was supposed to be my soulmate.  Wait and watch,
wait and watch was my mantra for a long time while I tried
untangling that lovers' knot.  Eventually, I saw the solution, the
one that was probably there the whole time, waiting to be seen in
its elegance.

The Ray Machine saw a real surge in popularity, which culminated in
my election in the spring as Prom King, with Brittany Felson
reigning as Prom Queen.  True to his word, Ev Delaney provided a
character reference for me that was almost embarrassing in its
praise, but it helped get me into the University in the fall.

And, of course, in the fashion of a good old romance, after I
graduated from college, I was proud to stand up and make my high
school sweetheart my wife, to love and honor and cherish forever.



(Continued in Chapter 14)




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