Crystalline Cool (10)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (10)"
   
   Duncan unearthed his lack of agitation and frustration, meekly digging deeper, seeing the rear-view reflection of it all, Roadkill loyally beside him.  He remembered when Dad left after Mom got sick; indeed, the old man was like everyone else.  But the pseudo-caretakers, cackling over Satanic books, making his mother cry, all the false testimony, while he was the only one to bathe, brush, feed, change, labor, suffer--the rest, living their lives, not carrying their cross as commanded.
   Duncan knew evil had to exist.  He Socratically observed as they thieved away his mother's medication, or gave too much upon his absence, him doing everything to preserve the right to life, though contemplating taking his own life, though not a hypocrite, as the odds were crushing him down--a myriad of bullies constantly encompassing him, yet numbers don't matter in war as Sun Tzu knew.   
   He prayed for them to see the mother holding the son once off of the bravery of Calvary conquered, a unique and quixotic type of courage, misunderstood.  
   But Dad came home, paid attention to his son, and hit a home-run concerning the administration of love to a spouse, fighting, fighting, fighting, with his Native American ways.
   It was all over now, and both Dad and him were hated for holding the eagle's feather to the heavens, crossing the threshold of hope.  
   Duncan remembered the old man's unique wit, him having said:  "The nice thing about senility--you can hide your own Easter eggs."