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(“Well,” I said several times, wherever she is now, I sure hope your mother understands what she did to you. I groped for words to express my anger, for watching my wife cry certainly aroused strong feelings within me. I felt like directing some very nasty barbs at Marie — especially when I remembered those old photos of Jane that I’d looked at a couple of days ago. How could a three-year-old child, standing in the snow on Middle Avenue in Saratoga Springs, be responsible for hurting anything — or anybody?

(Jane wasn’t crying by now, but her reddened eyes and face must have been revealing, though no one said anything. “You never hurt anyone,” I said again. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” I held my tongue instead of cursing Marie, as I wanted to. “I’d better shut up, I guess, before I say more.”

There is no reason either, to blame his mother, or to hold any grudge against her, for in no way did Marie understand the issues.

(When I asked her, Jane said today’s session and motions could be interpreted as being related to her dream for last night. She’d dreamed that once certain things, events, were set into motion, they inevitably would continue in their motion until they came true — then the world would end. “Well,” she said, “if I find out those things aren’t true, then the world isn’t going to end.” I said this seemed like a symbolic statement, the dream, that old beliefs meant she had no hope of extricating herself from a foregone conclusion. But if those events between Jane and Marie didn’t have to move on toward their inevitable end, as stated in the session today, then there was hope.

(This didn’t mean that I didn’t still feel bitterness toward Marie. Even if she didn’t grasp the issues involved, as Seth said, did this give her the freedom to so abuse another? A large subject, I know, and one chosen by all involved, but still …