Gu was a worrier, a neurotic curmudgeon. If he had a headache, it was a brain tumor; if it looked like rain, this year's harvest was ruined. This was his way of controlling the situation, his lifelong strategy for always coming out ahead. Now, when reality looked more dire than any of his fatalisitic predictions, he had no choice but to turn tail and charge in the opposite direction.

As long as you live under my roof, you'll do what I say!" he shouted. Then I'll find another roof, I thought. "You understand me?" he said. "Yes sir, I understand" I said, and I did too. I understand that a new rooftop would do wonders for me.

Written By Sue Monk Kidd

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