Elizabeth’s Father Dan had found out. He was
ugly and murderous. He swore to lynch Bryant
in his barn. Elizabeth was grounded for life.
The whole village would talk. People would
say Elizabeth was a cheap whore. The family
would be dishonoured beyond repair. My access
to Elizabeth was cut. I grieved to think of her
weeping alone in her room. I only hoped she’d
sneak downstairs at night and phone me. I knew
her Father was ultimately a forgiving man. Once
the flack died down, he was sure to be reasonable.
Elizabeth was his cherished, beloved daughter.
Dan liked me. All the aghast adults, even my
Father, would eventually come around.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist