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“They won’t listen no matter what I say and in spite of the proof I’ve shown them.” The man said. His face was red and his knuckles turned white.

Dorian watched his mother circled her arms around his father, comforting him.

“That never stopped you before. You’ll make them see. You know you will.”

“I hope you’re right, Liv, but you know how stubborn they can be. You should have heard them. They called me crazy.”

He paced the room angrily, slamming his fist against a bright white wall.

“Sometimes I don’t know why I bother,” he unclenched his fist and dropped his arm to his side. “What’s the whole point of talking if nobody listens?”

Olivia gingerly rocked her child. She knew with his work there came baggage. Most of it he carried it deep within himself, in the form of regrets, unanswered questions, and memories. He had gone to many places, done many things, a lot of them ugly, one or two perhaps unforgivable. But he’d succeeded in what he wanted to accomplish; he’d learned, and equipped himself.

“You know when you began to pursue this lifestyle you were going to meet some skeptics.”

Her husband’s anger faded. He turned to look at the baby, barely a day old. He had a lot of things to do today, and this was his first opportunity to study the boy closely. Olivia was right; Dorian looked exactly like his father.

JOHN GRAVAGLIA

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