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. "I was good enough company all
these years!"
"Oh, Father," said Petal, pausing in her work, her eyes
watering, "I still love you but as MY FATHER. Now it's
time I loved another, as my husband."
"Nonsense!" said Aron with a wave of his hand.
"There'll be plenty of time for that when I'm dead!"
"Don't talk that way!" said Petal, stepping toward her
father, dropping the rest of the pine needles.
"What way? One day I'll be gone, and then you'll be
able to entertain all the young men you want!" And, with
that, Aron turned his back on his daughter and continued his
weaving.
The arguments usually went that way, and they always
broke Petal's heart. Finally, she stopped bringing up the
subject, which was what Aron wanted, anyway.
The days settled into a routine. Aron worked
methodically and constantly at his loom, and Petal tended
the cottage and the garden. Neither said much to the other.
Petal continued to look sad, and Aron, even way out in the
forest, continued to feel uneasy:
What if one of those tom cats should sniff his way to the
cottage, after all? What if a whole gang of them should
arrive and start wailing at his door?
Or, worse yet: What if Petal sneaked away?
This last thought truly began to worry Aron
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