Late maturing? Well may you think. She is in
her mid-50s and growing older year by year. The
maturing process for her excludes independence.
Of mind and of spirit. For she will explain without
a demur that 'Charles will not allow it'. There are
two offspring of their union, now adults. The
first-born a girl, followed by a boy. Her daughter
is long gone though so like her mother. Her son
sees fit to remain within the comfort of the family
bosom. It is a tight little circle of three, rarely
emerging from their shared home. Charles is a
social recluse. Should an encounter with someone
be unavoidable, eye contact can be, as he scurries
on. His word is law, not to be defied. And nor
will she. The penalty of so doing unknown to any
but herself. She is forever on duty for he is the man
and she the mere woman. A patterning rejected by
her daughter, adopted by her son, for he is his father's
son. She was an army brat, a bright and bubbly
personality who knew how to follow orders. Her
outgoing personality still shines briefly, absent
his orbit. Beside him she is drab and lifeless.
She had met a tall, dark stranger. Her chosen life.
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