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rocking chair. 
    “I’m here sweetie,” I whispered.  “I’m here, right here and I’m not going anywhere.  I’ll always be here for you.”
    I needed you at that moment as much as you needed me. We rocked back and forth until your eyes closed and I could feel your body grow heavy with sleep.  That’s when I remembered what my mother told me.
    “Life does not go on forever, Natalie.  Enjoy every moment that you’re given this gift,” she said. 

 
                                            
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
                                        Questions
                                             Present Day - Crystal
     
    “Mom,” cried Crystal, “you mean to tell me that grandpa cheated on grandma?  And you wanted to share this with me?”
    Crystal openly expressed her anger with the feeling that all men were scum.  Well, all men except her dad, of course. 
    “How is that supposed to help my husband and me?” She questioned.
    “Patience, my dear,” she said.  “You have to let me finish the story.”
    The baby started to kick, and Crystal had trouble getting comfortable.  It really hurt when his little feet ran up and down her ribs.  She wished that she could put the big belly on a shelf for a couple of hours just to have a break.  Time was passing quickly and she knew that very soon, she would finally have her baby.
    “How about taking a nice long bath before I continue,” her mother suggested.  “And please don’t make any judgments about your grandparents until I finish.” 
    “Deal,” said Crystal, “but I’m entitled to my own opinion.”
    In the bathroom the warm water was just what Crystal needed.  It seemed to settle the baby down and relaxed her, but her mind did not stop.  All she could think about was Blake – how she missed him yet at the same time, how angry she was with him. 
    Why can’t he understand that it’s uncomfortable enough being ready to pop a baby out? She wondered. Was it her fault that sometimes she grew short tempered?  Most of the time she felt so uncomfortable, and seldom had a good night’s sleep.  Okay, so he told her that his company was sold and he had a new boss.  She also saw how Katherine looked at her husband when she was introduced to her.  She was at least ten years older than Crystal, well-endowed with a cute figure, and wore bright red lipstick. 
    Well, anyone right now would have a better figure than me! She thought.  I’m just so fat, but what hurts the most is the way he smiled back at Katherine…  
    After her bath, she joined her mother in the living room, ready to hear more about her cheating grandpa.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Fourteen
                                                                The Past
    Lisa’s Story Continues
     
    The first time Lisa read about her father’s infidelity, she was alone in her bedroom.  She became so angry that she dropped the journal to the floor, took her fist, and slammed it against her thigh.  She jumped off the bed, ran to the closet, and one at a time grabbed her father’s clothes off the hangers throwing them onto the floor.  She was so confused; her head was full of so many flashing thoughts that it began to hurt.  To comprehend that her father had an affair just did not set right with her.  Dress shirts, play shirts, dress pants, shorts, even his suits were all thrown with deliberate force to the middle of the closet floor.  Next she grabbed his shoes and threw them on top of the clothes until the shelves were clear. The hangers were empty, and all she could see hanging were her mother’s clothes.  
    She tried to remember how old she must have been when her father cheated on her mother. Probably three years old, maybe four… she speculated. She’d have to do the math, but why