I'll go to help out with a women's group following Paul's route in Greece." Our fundamentalist church doesn't believe in saints. So, he's just "Paul" ...o us, not "Saint Paul." What about the children?"Rachel, my oldest, was seventeen and a handful. "Rachel can visit her cousins in Wichita. They've been asking for her to visit. And Stephen can stay with Uncle Tom and work on his farm. He'd like that and he'd make some money." Stephen was fourteen."There'll be a bunch of rich old women on this. One wing was occupied by bachelors and the other by single women. I had just come out of my room into the corridor to get some fresh air and I found Jaya sitting in her part of the corridor in an easychair.We exchanged pleasantries and enquired as to why both of us did not attend church when everyone else had gone. She told me she was having a back-ache and regretted it was a holiday (Sunday) as she could not go to the Physiotherapy dept. Innocently I offered to give her a massage which she. I hop off the bed and dash to the door."Daddy!" I exclaim as you walk through the door. I throw my arms around your neck. I've missed you very much since you left this morning."Hello, Princess," you reply in your calm, comforting voice. As relieving as your voice sounds, I can hear a bit of disappointment in your tone. I look over your face. Your expression isn't as warm and loving as usual. You seem cold, and distant."Daddy," I say, "What's wrong?" I look longingly into your eyes, begging for. " This had come out of the blue and I think I was too stunned to speak. She got up and ran out still crying but I didn't try to stop her. I hadn't consciously made that decision but as I thought on what she said, I realized it was true. I felt bad for my shallowness so I went down to her place to apologize but she wouldn't let me in. Back home, I sat around moping, feeling sorry for myself, all I could think about was making it right with Brandy.Monday, I took an extended lunch, stopped by a.