Clarence Brusso

Clarence BrussoWhen I married her, I thought the
urges would go away.
But they never did, and I was
forced to sneak out, to make
excuses, to pretend I was
working and not at the
baths. Then she became ill and I
stayed close to home taking
care of her. Which is how we made
our poor little girl. And
years later, when the men in my
secret fellowship all
began dying horrible deaths,
I began to hear the
voice of Jesus, urging me to
confess what I had done.
I was going to. I wanted
to. I just kept putting
it off and delaying. I could
not imagine saying
the words to my blind little girl.
Then one day, I didn’t
just hear Jesus. I saw him in
front of me. Then I was
out of time to tell anything
to any one at all.

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