744 THE ESSENTIAL ELLISONIt’s not often in this life that we are brought face to face with ourbehavior, and are found wanting. what time is it?” Charlie asked. “How’re you fixed for ice cubes?” Janice turned over, letting hercopy of Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet fall flat, and shaded her eyes toward me. Those ashen months of 1976, for those and other reasons, were a terrible time for me.
I was trying to get Amos to understand flow and the emotional load in changing colors when thedouble shadow fell between us and I looked up to see the man standing behind me. Outthrust chin, perhaps a tot too much belligerence, but if you’ d walloped as many gropers. Carefully he asked, “ Who are you, Dad?” The old man did not smile as he said, “ Gaspar. He came and went eleven times in the next two years.
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