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Eva
He could be tender and loving one moment, encouraging his then youngest daughter and giving her the attention we all know little girls crave above all else. In the next moment, the temperature dropped and he teased and taunted her and then would walk off and not speak to her for several hours — only to revisit his gentler, sweeter self the next morning as if nothing had changed.
I don't know every detail of Jesse Carl's abuse of Eva, but I suspect it was entirely emotional. He never raised a hand to his daughters. My mother told me that her father would often tickle her, a normal, healthy interaction between parents and their young children. Jesse Carl, however, would persist until little Eva broke into tears, and then scold her the whole time "for being such a baby." It's a small event, yes, but repeated several times over what to a child must seem like an eternity, and you can understand why my mother feared as much as loved her father.
I'm sure that Jesse Carl was absolutely certain that he loved his daughters and he would never intentionally hurt
them. Even so, the strength of his certainty was lost on his children, who were never fully certain about his intentions.
I remember my mother speaking about all this in a gentle, almost detached manner. I do believe she truly loved her father but had a difficult time weathering his moods. They were like those Midwestern tornadoes that strike on the calmest of days. Because Jesse Carl's moodiness followed so closely his pattern of drinking, she saw the two as related and her father as much a victim as a tormentor.
One day, when she was about 10 or 11, she sat quietly with her father at the dinner table on a summer afternoon. They were alone together talking about this and that. He was drinking more than usual, and as the hours passed she saw his smiling and laughter fade into a numb glaze as his speech began to slur and his eyelids began to droop. Her eyes moistened, and then tears streamed down her cheeks. She made not a sound, and she turned her head so he wouldn't notice. She knew he was dying, even then, from the inside out. She was grateful he wasn't angry.
First-born Jessie was strong-willed like her father, and
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Eva
Frank
Out of the Mist
The New Frontier
The Dawning
In Dreams
The Search
A Phantom Reality
Nobody's Child
Pedestrians at Night
• The Dream is Over
• Another Scrapbook
• A Heartbeat
• River City
• Dead Yet?
• Missed Connections
• Vanity's Child
• Jessie
• Safe Sex, Anyone?
• Lifting the Veil
• Just a Memory
• Holly
• Bibles and Bullets
• The Road of Dreams
• The Score
• The Morning After
• Door's Always Open
• A Woman's Touch
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