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Conjecture On My Part
Conjecture On My Part
Conjecture On My Part
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Conjecture On My Part is a collection of short stories and poems, tied together by one common thread: there are no verdicts.

Author Lee Joseph meticulously and poignantly details characters, circumstances, and events. But as to the meaning of any of it, he endeavors to leave that to someone else-you, the reader.

Meaning is very personal. It's about much more than what happened. Beliefs, values, and ideals all play a part in determining the meaning of anything. And so as you read and think about Conjecture On My Part, hopefully you'll find meaning that is of lasting worth to you.

About The Author:
Lee Joseph is Lester Hemingway's pen name. Lee is a lifelong resident of Chicago, Illinois. He lives on the city's Southside with his wife Toyia. Christopher Hemingway is their adult son.

Lee has enjoyed writing for as long as he can remember. "I have an active imagination-to say the least," he says, "and writing is a great use for it."

Conjecture On My Part is a compilation of material that Lee has authored over many years.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLee Joseph
Release dateApr 9, 2015
ISBN9781310176845
Conjecture On My Part
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Lee Joseph

About The Author:Lee Joseph is Lester Hemingway's pen name. Lee is a lifelong resident of Chicago, Illinois. He lives on the city's Southside with his wife Toyia. Christopher Hemingway is their adult son.Lee has enjoyed writing for as long as he can remember. "I have an active imagination-to say the least," he says, "and writing is a great use for it."Conjecture On My Part is a compilation of material that Lee has authored over many years.

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    Conjecture On My Part - Lee Joseph

    Conjecture On My Part

    Imaginings, Reflections, Some Other Stuff by Lee Joseph

    Smashwords Edition

    © 2014, Lester Hemingway

    All rights reserved

    Printed in the United States of America

    ISBN-13: 978-1496077721

    ISBN-10: 1496077725

    Release: July, 2014

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or if it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

    For my mother, and for my father. I am not the only one who still benefits from all that they gave.

    To Christopher:

    Your intelligence, creativity, good nature, and independence are an inspiration to me-and to others. Hurry on, son. I can't wait to see.

    To Toyia:

    Thank you for so very much-for your compassion, for your style, for your vulnerability, for your support, for your patience-for all of it. I love you, and I am grateful for your love.

    CONTENTS

    Yep, Like That

    Southside Story

    Living the Dream

    Graceland

    Conjecture

    Exit

    Some Other Stuff

    Another Way

    Dad Imagined

    Aural Eating

    (street)People

    Pray

    Away

    Dots Connected

    Google Your Name

    Yep, Like That

    In the year or so since the news first came, he’d say I love you to his mother whenever he saw her. Years before, when his sister was dying, he'd used all kinds of flimsy excuses to cover his fears-and his truest feelings. Too much had been left unsaid, and too much had been left undone. He meant to do better this time.

    He was driven, and so even though the doctors had declared that there were no more options, he struggled still. A co-worker, someone that he always listened to, said something that caught his attention, though. She went straight to the point, You are being unfair to your mother by continuing to cling on. She’s entitled to go when she pleases. But your mother loves you all, and she won’t go until she feels that you and the others can handle it. It was true. He marveled at just how at peace his mother was.

    His wife had been watching, as well. No one had been there for more of his life’s difficult days. She stayed close enough to see, to hear, and to hear of anything that really mattered. Thankfully, she maintained a certain objectivity, something that otherwise would have been lacking. His wife and his mother knew each other well. And they both knew him.

    His mother was intelligent and contemplative, possessed of wisdom that he just didn’t have. Especially now, he was anxious to hear, and to give thought to, almost everything that she had to say. He couldn’t think of anything else that he would miss more. One evening, as he was going on and on about something that his mother had said to him, his wife interrupted abruptly. Do you think that your mother knows the depth of your love for her? she asked.

    The question surprised him. Probably not, he answered, I should let her know.

    The next day’s plan called for all of them-his mother, his sisters, and him-to visit the mausoleum where the memorial service would be held. His mother wasn’t up to it, but she insisted that he and his sisters go. When they returned, the rest of the afternoon was spent talking and laughing about things that shifted the focus away from their mother’s pain.

    His mother knew that his offhanded questions about people, places and dates were a poorly disguised effort to find out what he needed for her obituary, and she said so. One sister quipped, Since you’re feeling so feisty, old lady, maybe you should tape-record your own eulogy. Their mother kind of liked that idea. They all laughed. He enjoyed it. For once, he was feeling that they all were of one mind; that

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