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"That's nice," Misty piped up. "Remember

when I first began in the group therapy session and I

jokingly said my parents tried to give me back, but it

was too late? I have no doubt that if they had a chance

now to have a child all over again, they wouldn't. At

least she wanted you even after you were born," Misty

pointed out.

I nodded and returned to the letter.

"Relationships between men and women are

very complicated, Cathy. I know this is some- thing

you will learn for yourself I only hope I might still be

around to help you get through some of the more

difficult times. I'm not sure Geraldine is equipped for

the kinds of crises a young girl might experience." "Boy, was she right about that!" Misty cried. "As I said in my first letter, my parents, especially my mother, really believed I would learn to love

Franklin, but love has to come from a deeper place, a

place other than your brain. You don't study someone

and memorize his every mannerism and his habits so

that you can please him and call that love.

"Whether we like to admit it to ourselves and

others or not, we women need real passion and

affection in our lives. We like to feel good, to be petted

and fussed over It's nice to see a man's face light up

when you enter a room. It's heart- warming to see he

is willing to show you how much he does love you.

Unfortunately, Franklin was never capable of that. He

is a good man, a moral man, a considerate man, but

he's not a passionate man. Maybe it was wrong for me

to let my eyes wander; to let my heart have a louder

voice than my conscience and my brain, but I did. "Sometimes, I let myself believe Franklin knew

what I was doing. It helped me to think that he did, to