In Her Warmth (cont’d)
I
tell the following story as one among many that might have done as well to
indicate how a bad spirit may effect
long pain on a group of people and qualify life to pieces. Janettel Pierce and
Jason Simplot married officially after six years of partnering. They already
owned the rights to a child of seven years who came with them Sundays to church
where he sang in a choir for small persons. His voice sweet, high, dulcet, had
caught the attention of the adult choral director at the university. That sir
made it his business to drop in now and then on this couple to encourage them
to provide vocal lessons for the boy in order to prepare him for a future in
song and possibly opera. These two guardians agreed for the most part that such
a career would meet both their expectations of secure life for him as well as
their hopes for his reputation (and theirs, of course).
When it became clear after three years of study
and tutorage that Winston would have to remove to a school far away for more
advanced instruction, they began to entertain second thoughts. The husband did,
at least, and the wife, feeling the weight of losing from her sight a child she
had only begun to mould and form, began to turn taciturn and sleepless. He, the
husband caring for her equanimity, expressed some flippant concern for their
peace and household comfort. She, favoring her own position in the matter,
called him a nuisance and a labor. Not to be outdone, he returned the
compliment and fairly soon thereafter the two each began to carry on a secret
affair with the choral master and found themselves feeling less inclined to
spend quality time with either the other partner or the child in question. So
ended a perfectly promising relationship. The child left the practice of
singing behind altogether and now works for the Ford Company installing radios
on an assembly line out of Windsor. The choral master teaches still at the
university and the female half of the bickering partnership has begun to take
piano lessons at the age of thirty-seven.
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