We also spoke about my thoughts on displays and exhibits, especially about rivers.Towards the end of November I spent an entire weekend organizing boo...ks in the bedroom – that seemed the easiest: Australian fiction, sci-fi, mysteries were the main genres and each was in rough chronological order. Then I realized that I’d forgotten the Bush Poets, and moved things so that they had a shelf adjacent to the fiction. (The non-fiction, Australian geography, ethnology, exploration, history all went. .”Wes paused, his voice cracking. “I was fifteen-years-old. It was humiliating, my father leaving us for another woman. He married his partner, popped out a couple of kids, got a whole new family, and has been there for those kids, being a real father to them. A few years ago, he tried reconnecting with Janie and me. Said he wanted to make up for all those years, but it was too late. Janie had grown up without a father, and I was still pissed with him for abandoning us. We never repaired that. Then you would be just another emasculated serum girl ruttingin debauched abandon before this gathered throng. You shudder.Would you beg him to let you join? And would he let you? Would he patyou on the head like a lap dog and let you have your way? Or would hedeny your desires and make them stronger as a result? Regardless of theoutcome you would be falling pray to your serum girl urges.You will not debase yourself before the crowd so you bite your tongueand shake your head.You vow to yourself. They didn't give me a choice." I know," he replied."And," she continued, "you were definitely not my favorite Uncle. Just the opposite. You always avoided me whenever you visited our house or we visited here."I remember when I was real little, you played with me and it was fun. Then we just seemed to drift apart." I know," he said."I never understood that. I guess I just got mad at you and then it just changed to not liking you." I know, and I'm sorry about that, Torry," Her Uncle.