after Phil was born, his dad applied for a transfer to Seattle where
my sister Tresa lived. I took heart. But a year later, in front of San
Jose guests, he contemptuously sneered and said, "Why would
I do anything for YOU? We moved because I was sick of
Foolishly, I'd credited him with having a sliver of kindness he'd had no capacity to give.
And I was pregnant again.
My doctors, for several reasons, advised abortion. I ran away to my grandmother's
house. She said, "I didn't want to be pregnant a third time either.
So I prayed that God would give me a child to make me laugh. This is
my prayer for you."
Blake was born.