How could I have become so self involved

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When midnight had passed Thelma was escorted home by three of the Garafalo brothers. John was sitting worried on the front porch, having just arrived home from the club and wondering why Thelma was

late. Thelma had not retrieved her clothing and was draped in two Army issue wool blankets. She climbed the four steps to the front porch and the Garafalo brothers turned quietly away and crossed

the street to their home. She looked upwards to John who stood to meet her. His face showing puzzle and concern, he reached his arms out for her and held her shoulders.
John took Thelma to the bedroom, and nestled her under blankets. He made her cocoa and brought her a basin to wash in . She pulled her blankets up to her neck, still not looking into John’s eyes,

she let herself sink into the mattress, staring at the reflection of herself in a mirror across the room and above a dresser. John went across the street to get answers from the Garafalo brothers

who had brought her home. He returned to the house some ten minutes later with tear in his eyes. A man had died and he assumed it was Kayin, since his daughter was sleeping at the Walkers house,

and Mrs. Walker had come to the back door to inquire about him an hour before, just after John had returned home. The situation needed no further explanation, in general, but the specifics were

still a great mystery and John was unsure if he wanted to know anything more. He shut off the lights and allowed himself to collapse on the couch and he exhaled a large sigh of sorrow for himself,

for Kayin and mostly for Delilah who would have to be told she is fatherless. He sat in the darkness worried for Thelma and his mind rushed questions before him:
“Will she be alright tomorrow? Should I get a doctor? How do I talk to Delilah? Explaining this to O.W.? What is my role in this? laser pointer.What does the responsible father do? What does the

long time lover of Thelma do? Am I angry with her? I’m not angry now. Maybe I’ll be angry later. I’m a little bit drunk, maybe, that’s why I’m not angry now. Shit, poor Kayin, poor Delilah, a

little orphan, a sweet little face on her, she is one of the cutest little girls I have ever known. Fault. Do I share fault? I ignored Thelma’s life. I ignored her needs. We have not made love in

months. Of course. How could I have become so self involved. It’s the booze, maybe, oh probably not, but less would help. That Kayin was strong and tall and handsome and one of her own people. I’

m jealous, I think. She hid her affair from me. But hold on, I hid our affair from everyone.