A story about... Forgiveness © 2000 Damon Diehl, Marg Frey, Greg Gbur, Bryce Graves-Hurst	GREG	MARG	BRYCE & DAMON
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			BRYCE	MARG & DAMON
				DAMON & MARG
			DAMON	MARG & BRYCE
				BRYCE & MARG

     He looked at himself in the mirror-surface of the blade as if transfixed by the view of his reflection. It probably wasn't a pleasant sight to him. His right eye was swollen shut where my fist had clipped him, and he had a nasty cut on his forehead from an uncontrolled fall into the door. The cut was bleeding copiously, and he was blinking, trying to keep the salty substance out of his eyes. I set the knife down, ripped up a sheet, and gently dabbed at his forehead. The cloth came away stained with perspiration and blood, but I seemed to have staunched the worst of it. He looked relieved until I picked up the knife again.

     "Dad," I began. "We have to talk."