. and... I thought... I would show her... but... She didn't like it... Now she hates me!”“Oh, honey,” I said, holding her tight. “I'll talk to...your father. He'll fix things between you and your friend. You'll see.”“How can he do that?” she asked, pulling her head away, her eyes raw and vulnerable, swimming with pain.I had to comfort her. I had to love my daughter. Things were so different now. I had new ways to love her. My lips kissed her. She froze as she felt my mouth on hers, my lips moving. “ You’re telling me”, Faith laughed. Then she laid it all out. The conversation was very awkward at first between Faith and Tyrone as the old man hummed and hawed until he just came out with it.He told her the story or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the name of Margo who had come to town some twenty years back. She didn’t give a fuck about race, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was love at first sight. It was a doomed romance from the start. She was. After missing a couple days of work without a phone call, Katrina was either sent or she took it upon herself to check on him. In his condition there was no way he could have answered the door. So instead he answered through it. He feigned sickness, hoping it would drive her off and it worked. If it were any other circumstance, Marshall would have liked nothing more than to invite her in and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But any feelings or fantasies he held for her were long gone. He could. It was a vision of Helen standing in my vestibule. The similarities were uncanny. The long raven hair, the bright grey/blue eyes, the five foot seven frame. The facial features were stunning, just like my Helen before the illness. Her luscious thick lips with the familiar perfect white teeth produced a smile so dazzling, I had to force myself to breathe. Her figure was just as I remembered, but it couldn't be.CelineOnly someone with Helen's genetic makeup could look so much like her, and I knew.