“It’s like your sister’s fear of spiders,” his father added.“Yeah,” he replied, “it’s sort of like a phobia but deeper and more pervas...ve. We deal with it by having her avoid red things.”“Carter,” his mother said, “have you thought about what it would be like going through life with someone with this sort of ... baggage? About what it might do to your opportunities? Your success in a career?”“I have thought about it a lot,” he replied. “I keep going back to when I was in seventh grade and Mrs. She took the smaller rack meant to hold gift cards and started working on it behind the counter. As I worked away I listened to her softly humming and singing to herself as a great jazz song played her voice was soft and deep . She had set up the rack and was finishing up putting out different themes of cards when I brought out the new animated rack for an upcoming home improvement book series. I had it set up near the rear of the counter and I fed the power cord under and around to the. . and she can. She gives me all her reasons and why she feels that way ... and I still don't understand it. She's seen how ugly I am inside, and she still loves me ... that's crazy. She's an angel an' she's got no business bein' with ... well, it's just crazy."Margo had begun to move up and down on Eddie."Eddie ... you're no monster ... or if you are ... you're no more monster ... than the rest of us," Margo panted. "Now ... from the monster that sanctioned her ex-husband's death to the monster. I hadn't locked the door as a sign of trust on my part, but I needed a moment to compose myself before I could go any further. So far I was as safe as my comrades could make me, but I was also isolated from my own world, and had to get in touch with my husband so he wouldn't wonder why I hadn't showed up, and so somebody would know where I really was. So while I used the facilities I called Jim on my cell-phone, and told him what I was up to, and where. He agreed that I had done the best thing.