“Yeah.”“Well,” Jim continued, “we were already saying that back in the Thirties and Forties and stuff, like way before I was born. And that ...as when the Chinese and Japanese and such here in Hawaii were segregated, I mean, kept in their own little towns, so they wouldn’t unionize. Back on the Mainland there were separate drinking fountains and stuff.”Paul didn’t understand. “Separate drinking fountains? Like, before that there was one big drinking fountain in each city or something?”“No no.. The cabin was dark and John didn’t answer when I knocked. I broke down the door. The fire was out, the cabin was cold and so was John. Old John Joseph would never again tell his stories again. At the grave there were only three of us, the preacher, me and the grave digger. We heard the parson’s final words for Old John, ‘We need not grieve for this man because God cares for him now.’ They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own And when at last I looked up I saw I was not alone . After a while you don'tthink about it anymore."It takes a while to put it all back in the box - or most of it. Thatblank, raging, wide-eyed stare is always the last to go, and I stuck herwith it. "Maggie, your betrayal hurt the most. I could forgive Hilde,Hera, Dorothy and the rest because they didn't know me. Goddess, I wantto forgive you. I don't want to hate anyone."She closed her eyes and tears streamed down her cheeks. "I hope thatsomeday you find it within your heart to forgive, Debbie.. . probably forever, but I'm not ready to settle down."Ralph chuckled with friendly humor. "You have seeds to sow, Pat? I thought only men had those." It sounds like that, doesn't it?" she asked, confused again. "But I don't wanna go off anywhere to strange exotic places, I don't wanna do adventurous deeds or have a fabulous career."That's what 'sowing wild oats' is, isn't it?" Yeah," Bob said."That's not me. I got something else inside tearing me up." Do you know what you want?" Ralph asked.