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He chuckled; that helped too. "I know you too well for that. God made this world . . .
difficult, and he made us. And he's a loving God.


"Mom and Dad are the way they are. I have some like them in my congregation. I
don't understand themтАФI leave that to GodтАФbut I'm used to them. I feel for them,
and love them. It's much easier for me. They're not so uptight about me. I'm male, and
a Baptist minister."
White-faced, she looked at him, seeming to consider what he'd said.


"Why don't you stop at Barlow on your way to Chapel Hill," he went on. "It's not far
out of your way, and it's a pleasant drive if you pay attention to the countryside,
instead of . . . this. Spend the night there. Tell Dorothy I sent you, that there was a
row here. I'll drive back in the morning. I need to be here with Mom and Dad this
evening."


Jen looked at him with something like wonder. "You love them, don't you?"


He nodded. "I do. I'm thirteen years older than you, and have memories of them that
you don't. From when they weren't soтАФtroubled." He smiled softly, surprising her.
"And thirteen years more practice at living. Getting older can have its good points."


He carried her suitcase to her car for her, and she drove away thinking of her brother
instead of the fight. He'd spend the evening dealing with their parents, and probably
come through it without upset. He's the only real Christian in the family, she told
herself. Too bad we can't clone him.
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Excerpt from "An Interview with Ngunda Elija Aran,"
in American Scene Magazine, by Duke Cochran.




ASM: As I understand it, you had a very good job as vice president of AAIS, Inc.


NEA: But not the vice president. One of three. I was in charge of theoretical
explorations.