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The Experiment (Cont)
“What?” I don’t know what I was thinking or feeling right about now. To hear that my mom saw demons before she died was not anything I had expected. “So, do you think it is demons?”
My dad shifted in his seat, then stood and walked to the large picture window on the left of the room. I turned in my chair to face him. He didn’t speak for a few minutes. I needed answers, but I waited.
“You’re mother said she saw demons. They were a frequent occurrence with her. I…” He hung his head and turned it back and forth slowly.
“You didn’t believe her.” It was more of a whisper and realization than accusation. If I were him, though, I don’t know if I would take it that way.
“I sought the best help I could for your mother. This was out of my league, and she was suffering.” He stared out the window. I wondered if he was searching for something in the manicured lawn of the church grounds.
“You don’t believe in demons, do you?” Shock propelled me to ask. He believed in all of that spiritual hocus pocus garbage, didn’t he? He was a pastor for crying-out-loud!
“I do. I believe in them, I believe in the devil, yes. I don’t believe they cause every ill we suffer, though.”
“So, you believe in demons. Mom said she saw demons. And instead of helping her, he shoved her off to someone else to cure her, her what? Her delusions?” I don’t know when I stood, but I was behind him with my fists clenched. He spun around.
“I did not shove your mother anywhere! I loved her, and she was suffering. Demons did not cause your mother’s illness. And it was an illness! It was a disease that stole my Linda from me day by day and moment by moment. Do not speak to me about shoving her off to someone else’s care! I did everything I could for your mother!” His eyes swam behind pools. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks.
“You did everything but believe her.” I turned and slammed the door behind me. My dad didn’t follow.
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