Part VII: Time Warp 2000’s (Chapter 122)
I had forgotten how much I had revealed in these letters about Ruby, how close to the surface my feelings about her seem to be.
Why I was so hard on my brother-in-law Raymond? I don’t know
him well, and I don’t know his family at all.
The fire was just an accident, and I knew it when I wrote to
George.
Letters filled with lies.
Ray’s a part of Ruby’s life that would never have been had
Nana and Pappa taken her to Sioux City.
The part of Ruby’s life that should have never been.
I tie the ribbon around the letters again and slip them back
into the portfolio ‒ with other pieces of my life,
which, right now, seems to consist solely of letters, photographs, and
paintings. Somewhere in here and in the quadrant, I’ll find the answer to my
immediate question:
Should I leave Sheldon and go to France?
Is there any other option?
I’ll take everything back inside and try to sort out the
pieces of the puzzle, a puzzle consisting of odd, missing, and, perhaps, even
extra pieces. Some pieces that might have to be cut to size to fit within the
overall scheme of my life.
Unfortunately, I have yet to figure out what pieces those are.
My puzzle is a virgin, having never been solved before, one
that needs to be solved soon.
I gather all my things together, take a deep breath, and head for the quadrant.