THE WOMAN TEMPTED ME
THE WOMAN TEMPTED MEGently, Catty said, “Ive never understood why you cut yourself off from the past the way you have, Hodge.”
“Ay? What do you mean?”
“Well, youve not communicated with your father or mother since you left home, fourteen years ago. You say you had a dear friend in the man from Haiti, yet youve never tried to find out whether he lived or died.”
“Oh, that way. I thought you meant ... something different.” By not taking advantage of Barbara’s offer I certainly was cutting myself off from the past.
“Yes?”
“Well, I guess more or less everyone at the haven has done the same thing. Let outside ties grow weak, I mean. You for one—” “But I have no parents, no friends anywhere else. All my life is here.”
“Well, so is mine.”
“Ah, dear Hodge; it is unlike
