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A Time To Speak

If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.

Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Ubervilles

Chapter Thirty-Seven


My first page was pretty basic. I didn't have a lot to go on, after all, and I knew nothing about how to build web pages. But I wanted to tell the whole FCU community as much as I knew about how Regina and rest of them operated, so I started with a quote from the old Victor's page.

Win's page
Win's page 2
Win's page 3

So that was it. My first blog entry. My first strike back at the people who had been so vicious to me and especially to my brother. My first chance to correct some of the many lies I had seen spread around over the nine months or so that I had been part of the inner circle, those of the Disgruntled who flocked around Regina.

After that first entry had been posted and I had proofread it several times, I felt a little bad for Regina's parents. I wondered how they would feel if they ever saw what Regina had written about them in private, but I couldn't bring myself to care enough to take it down again. They probably already knew about Regina's struggles in education, and besides, none of what I had written would actually hurt them. It wouldn't endanger their job status or their reputation in their church the way Sam's job and reputation were being affected. They would have to live with what their daughter said about them in private, and so would Regina.

"Are you okay, honey?" Clark asked me when he got out of the shower that morning. "You seem awfully quiet, and you've been sitting at that computer screen non-stop since before I got up. Is everything all right?"

I turned to face him with a bigger smile than he had seen on me in several weeks. "I feel great, honey. Everything is wonderful."

And it was.