The topic was never approached again, for each were too afraid to discuss it, for fear that the repercussions would undermine and destroy their love, their marriage and their small, new, fragile family.
Randy remained curled up in his defeated position on the bed until he was certain she had gone. She was undoubtedly and religiously running to her mother to go on about him and her concerns. She had always, and would always take her mother Myras' words of advice as gospel. This alliance would eventually lead to the demise of the marriage of Randy and Rosalie.
Randy then, impulsively, having no seeming power over himself, went to the one source of relief that would take the pain of the moments passed away. His pipe and his beloved marijuana were locked away in a trunk, inside a box, and then, another box.
He inhaled, time and again...
The pain melted away, but would return countless times in the future to torment him.
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