Liberty's Sparkle (8)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (8)"
   
   Liberty was driving Faye back to the apartments in her dented hybrid.  They laughed and giggled, talking a bit recklessly about guys and how they mostly were pointed in one pernicious direction--to plant their personally believed phenomena within that of any woman's womb.
   But Liberty knew better in her beating heart, for her Dad was rock solid concerning his ethical behavior.  Some say he might have quit or given up.  No way.  Guy was totally focused on doing the best for his daughter, wanting not the slightest of distractions.  A quasi-Saint, or maybe more; regardless, a damn fine father.
   As the twosome wended their way closer to the apartments, Liberty turned up the radio--some 80's hair metal, which Faye seemed to totally dig; next, Liberty had sweet reverie of her father holding her child-like form in his wiry arms, whispering to her:  "Ill never leave you sweet child."  
   Alas, the specter of death was upon both him and her; moreover, the worst of it--people assuming that Liberty had done something wrong in life to have become the poor in spirit pauper that she currently was.  Yup, people always assume, or hear the lying whispers of a grander and more sinister scheme.