I’m on the phone with him almost every day. But he’s a working man now, taking over his daddy’s farm. I’ve flown over twice, and he’s flown this way twice as well. A few days apart at a time, that’s all we can manage. So much for a quick fling and calling it quits. Neither of us wants that. And I don’t want to live in Virginia. The more time Ace spends there, the more I feel he’s mired into problems and responsibilities that were not his, but which he must now deal with because it’s the right thing to do. Because the people he loves and cares for will suffer if he doesn’t deal with them. His mother’s not up to the job. What’s that quote about greatness being thrust upon you? Well, it’s like that with life’s duties as well. And Ace has the duty of keeping the hundred-plus employees there, working, paid, alive. Not to mention his mother’s livelihood. His sister’s. I understand that all. And I also understand that I don’t want to live there. It’s not the life I want.
