I so tess at tart, but rary impulses pulled at me. I did not  to scare ory, yet I longed to entrust all my secrets to  it o rutunities to open my  and tell  eacime I ated and stopped.

    On Labor Day  tadium in ty, ceam take on Cracted by t second base.

    quot;So, ;

    quot;Plan?  plan?quot;

    quot;You really s good.quot; Stacked a  dog tcruck out tter, and s out a  for her sake.

    quot; kind of album? Covers of ot;

    quot;Youre rig; ses. quot;Maybe you could do somet. rite your o;

    quot;tess, t te.quot;

    quot;Okay, if you could e any music in t kind e?quot;

    I turned to  t I ;Id e you a symp;

    Out flicked ongue to clean ;s stopping you, henry?

    Id love a symp;

    quot;Maybe if I ayed serious about piano, or if I ;

    quot;s stopping you from going back to college?quot;

    Not all. t need t in, and Uncle Co call erest in retiring ;Im too old to go back noy-six next April, and t of tudents are a bunceen-year-olds. to a totally different scene.quot;

    quot;Youre only as old as you feel.quot;

    At t, I felt 125 years old. Stled back into  and c of t anot. On t afternoon, scation to classical, and as tra played Ma my sening.

    tess and I  out to t on t for a long time, stle of peaco o say. ars, ts, to t, tting t ant dreams, not of t, but of life before ted destiny or desire tened truggled to create. to be fully o give in to my true nature, t impulse.

    quot;Do you t; I asked, quot;to  to be a composer in tually listen to your symp;

    quot;Dreams are,  o being. You o decide  upon t t;

    quot;I suppose if I dont make it, I could come back ;

    S;If you dont come ;

    quot; do you mean, come ;

    quot;I ing for t time to tell you, but Ive enrolled. Classes start in to get my masters degree. Before its too late. I dont  to end up an old maid er ;

    I ed to tell  matter, t I loved y or t say a ed me on tled close, and I breat of  t pass. An airplane crossed ting tary illusion t it ed on tart past eleven.

    quot;Ive got to go,quot; tess said. Srolled doo to snap  of tupor.

    quot;imes if its during t;

    quot;ts a good idea. Maybe youll get inspired to go back yourself.quot;

    Seering  me, and in trees reac to tairs,  to sleep in henrys bed, in henrys room.

    possessed tess to cicide ery to me. tions: sibling rivalry, tborn, t sicide as opic for o do most days but  around campus or drive around ty o er  class, s out for coffee or drinks, at first to plot out o tackle t on infanticide, but as tings  on, tions so returning to scarted symphony.

    quot;You kno; tess asked. quot;No discipline. You  to be a great composer, but you never e a song. rue art is less about all ting-to-be bulls, and more about practice. Just play t;

    I fiddled he porcelain ear of my coffee cup.

    quot;Its time to get started, Co stop kidding yourself and gro out from beo sc;

    I attempted not to let my frustration and resentment s she main herd. She pounced.

    quot;I kno you. Your motful about t;

    quot;You talked to my mot me?quot;

    quot;S from being a carefree little boy to a serious old man overnig, you need to stop living in your  is.quot;

    I lifted myself out of my cable to kiss ;Noell me your ts kill t;

    e ing in t t  dancing or to tartled stare from nearby strangers ook care of torical frameo tatistics. I tried to ain societies, boys o o pass on ter of course, many females ed. But in less patriarcures, infanticide stemmed from a familys inability to care for anotal metion control. For ess and I puzzled over s decided  myt provide interesting anss umbled across ticle.

    Proacks late one evening, I found our librarys sole copy of ty, a fairly recent publication otal of tanding t. title of icle o t: quot;tolen C;

    Son of a bitch.

    McInness t in medieval Europe, parents ;reclassifyquot; t as somet demons or quot;goblinsquot;  and stolen true baby and left bes to abandon or raise t;fairy c; or c;enfants c; in France, and quot;ec; in Germany, tions and rationalizations for a babys failure to tal birt. If one  be expected to keep and raise it as ones os o be rid of ture, and take t outside in t overnigo retrieve it, tunate would die from exposure or mighing.

    ticle recounted several versions of tury Frenc of trusted to guard s to deater to find s a so t;; t protected ory gre motake t;c; to suc and leave te to tron saint and protector of c;A Saint Guinefort, pour la vie ou pour la mort.quot;

    quot;ticide, te killing of a cs slim probability of survival,quot; e McInnes,

    became part of t endured o teentury in Germany, tisries, and tition traveled s to ty in ern Pennsylvania reported t families into ts of Appalaco tennessee, local legend fostered a folk belief t till roam ts.A contemporary case t illustrates ts of t;Andre; ;; t unexplained discovery of an unidentified ced as ted t many of tolen by took eac t cy. Sucections for tolen children.

    Not only ten tory   me. A superscript notation by quot;Andre; directed to t of tnote:Andre e story of a ure t, oury. ed also t av Ungerland, eentury. More incredibly, Andreo ored to e 1940s. e tale, sadly, indicates deep patal problems, possibly covering some early crauma, or neglect.

    I o read t sentence several times before it became clear. I ed to o track o o tras;Liar, faker, t; I muttered over and over as I paced back and fortacks. tered no one, for o t at all and ory back and snatcmares.

    tor c, and t s-eye glasses,  samed me ; s. quot;Youll o go.quot;

    I ducked beo eiguffing t in my denim jacket. Soempted to alter my appearance, but t I could do and up, and brushes.

    quot;Didnt you ; Sood directly in front of me, an unbending reed. quot;You o go.quot; Sc. I turned at tor to aring as if sory.

    A cool rain e to meet tess. airs, I o my anger toreetligood tess,  to me, gats cover, and latco my arm.

    quot;? Youre s;

    S us dry. S my face, and I kne cold,  nig co confess. Beneatold  was all I could say.