"deadly quite ."
nathan had been dead for two weeks and the doorbell no longer rang innumberable times every morning . there were no more deliveries of flowers . the boys , , eve and i had worked our way through soups and other offerings unfamiliar containers that at one point clogged up the fridge .
the boys' understanding of the situation fluctuated . " daddy 's gone to a nice place , " lucas announced to eve . but every so ofen , the grasp modified and slipped . several times since nathan's death , i had worken to discover a pair of unblinking eyes observing me , and one or the other of them burrowed like a velvery mole into the safety of my bed , they seesawed between understyanding and bewildment , and it made them ragged tempered and uncertain . " where is daddy ?" felix had demanded at breakfast .
paige hefted the basket into the utility room and checked on the contents of the oven . " you could do with a hot meal , " she said , how does a fish stew grab you ? "
i was halfway through a plateful when the storm hit me out of nowhere . chewing on a fat , pink prawn , i felt sweat break out on the soles of my feet , and a rush of rage , the likes of which i had rarely experienced . " how dare nathan die ?" i dropped my fork andd pushed the plate to one side . " i'm so angry with him for leaving us . what was he thinking of not seeing ti his heart ? was it willfulness ? fatalism .
" that 's better , " said paige . she bent over and wiped away a drop of stew by my plate . " you have a good hate . i always tell the cildren it is best to get it out of the system ." she become deadly serous . " i mean it . you must not bottle it all up .
paige always favored the get-it-out-of-your-system appproach .
nathan had been dead for two weeks and the doorbell no longer rang innumberable times every morning . there were no more deliveries of flowers . the boys , , eve and i had worked our way through soups and other offerings unfamiliar containers that at one point clogged up the fridge .
the boys' understanding of the situation fluctuated . " daddy 's gone to a nice place , " lucas announced to eve . but every so ofen , the grasp modified and slipped . several times since nathan's death , i had worken to discover a pair of unblinking eyes observing me , and one or the other of them burrowed like a velvery mole into the safety of my bed , they seesawed between understyanding and bewildment , and it made them ragged tempered and uncertain . " where is daddy ?" felix had demanded at breakfast .
paige hefted the basket into the utility room and checked on the contents of the oven . " you could do with a hot meal , " she said , how does a fish stew grab you ? "
i was halfway through a plateful when the storm hit me out of nowhere . chewing on a fat , pink prawn , i felt sweat break out on the soles of my feet , and a rush of rage , the likes of which i had rarely experienced . " how dare nathan die ?" i dropped my fork andd pushed the plate to one side . " i'm so angry with him for leaving us . what was he thinking of not seeing ti his heart ? was it willfulness ? fatalism .
" that 's better , " said paige . she bent over and wiped away a drop of stew by my plate . " you have a good hate . i always tell the cildren it is best to get it out of the system ." she become deadly serous . " i mean it . you must not bottle it all up .
paige always favored the get-it-out-of-your-system appproach .
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