to do with choosing the father of one's own children, and how did I know but these Cave Men kidnaped a different woman every year?
But I settled her.
"Mamma," I said, "you are not advanced, and so I cannot argue with you. You wouldn't understand. But if I am primitive—and I feel that I am—whose fault is it? Who did I inherit it from?"
She couldn't say anything to that. She didn't like to own that I inherited it from her. And she knew if she blamed it onto Papa I would ask her how she dared to deny me a primitive man when she had married one herself.
Finally she quit crying and said, pressing her lips together: "Hermione, do you know any of those Cave Men?"
But I refused to answer. I went to my room.
Dissension disturbs the soul's harmony.
One's subliminal consciousness must ever vibrate in harmony with the Cosmic All.
I never fuss when a person disturbs me. I just go into the Silences and vibrate there.
But I kept thinking: "Do I know any Cave Men?"
I think I do—one. He tries to conceal it. But it's his secret, I'm sure.
He has the most luminous eyes!
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