A Long Distance Phone Call
November 11, 1982: My mother called last night. She spoke with my Tia first, then me. It seemed so strange. I felt that something besides thousands of miles worth of geography are separating me /us. When she asked me how things are going here, I didn't know what to tell her. It's struggling along, just like I am. What I didn't mention were my feelings for Padre Luis, a priest/man I've only seen a few times. That's not much, but I need to see more of him. I don't know why yet. Maybe I don't want to find out why.
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