Liberty's Sparkle (80)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (80)"
   
   Liberty was paging through books at the local library, igniting the autodidact within, hoping to emanate it outwards, the wise love, feeling sorry for her bombastic blasphemy towards man during political discussions with her deceased father, yes--there were political discussions, a hatred of invasion and W. Bush, but Liberty now knowing:  W. cradled a descendant of his Mother's Millie in his human arms the night before putting the canine down, so merciful and loving, it made her feel like shit for rebuking her fellow man, us all controlled on some level.
   Like the Elmore Leonard book she once read, having a criminal character in it, him wearing a t-shirt that boldly stated:  "It's nice to be nice."
   The shape-shifting faces of humanity, growing older, getting more perspective and infinite meanings, or you become simpler, possibly, so simple, that you are then closer to God, or not.
   Liberty could only love--make that attempt.  And Bobby Rook was doing dandy.  She was happy that she could afford for him the Pea Coat--heck, it's cold up here in Whitefish, Montana.