Think of how you have changed in less than three years.  You leave the house and laugh and wear red.  Was that you?  For 18 years, was that you?  No.  You changed.  You are a better person.  Why won’t you afford my father — MY FATHER — the same chance?  Is he the Great Jameson Collins?  No.  No one is, and Roger and my father went through hell in that man’s shadow.

Mother, I love you, but I don’t love how you’re treating me.



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