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— The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver
He noticed the children less and less.
==He was hardly a father except in the vocational sense, as a potter with clay to be molded.
Their individual laughter he couldn’t recognize, nor their anguish.
He never saw how Adah chose her own exile; how Rachel was dying for the normal life of slumber parties and record albums she was missing.
And poor Leah.
Leah followed him like an underpaid waitress hoping for the tip.== It broke my heart.
I sent her away from him on every pretense I knew.
It did no good.