. " and you really are a mummy ."
i stared at the snarled traffic ." i really am a mummy ."
when we got back , evw was in the kitchen . she looked a lot stronger , even if her clothes hung off her ." i make supper ." she said and when i tried to stop her , she held up her hand ." i do ."
i helped her to cut cucumber and carrot sticks and to hear the fish pie . she moved tiredly , painfully slowly , but with determination . afterward , she insisted on clearing up . she raised her normally indifferent eyes to mine , and in them sparked gratitude . " you are nice , minty ."
during the bad nights . i had been getting rid of nathan . it should have been a logical process - nathan wa no longer here to wear his shirts , socks , shoes , and ties , and they were easy to sort and easy to pack .but their disposal defied logic . sometimes i managed to clear a drawer , sometimes it was beyond me . it was a process that had to be secrer because i did not wish the boys to witness it and because it hurt , so i accomplished it in front and starts , by dark and stealthily during those nights .
it was a quarter to two when i got myself out of bed and opened the doors to nathan 's wardrobe . already a light dust coated the contents . there were ties , blue , red and green . a scarf was jammed onto the shelf and i piccked it up . it was an expensive one , and i caught the fainted echo of his altershave . the sensation of a sharp instrument striking through my breast made me gasp . i sank back down on the bed , holding it between fingers from which the feeling had drained .
nathan was dead .
i stared at the snarled traffic ." i really am a mummy ."
when we got back , evw was in the kitchen . she looked a lot stronger , even if her clothes hung off her ." i make supper ." she said and when i tried to stop her , she held up her hand ." i do ."
i helped her to cut cucumber and carrot sticks and to hear the fish pie . she moved tiredly , painfully slowly , but with determination . afterward , she insisted on clearing up . she raised her normally indifferent eyes to mine , and in them sparked gratitude . " you are nice , minty ."
during the bad nights . i had been getting rid of nathan . it should have been a logical process - nathan wa no longer here to wear his shirts , socks , shoes , and ties , and they were easy to sort and easy to pack .but their disposal defied logic . sometimes i managed to clear a drawer , sometimes it was beyond me . it was a process that had to be secrer because i did not wish the boys to witness it and because it hurt , so i accomplished it in front and starts , by dark and stealthily during those nights .
it was a quarter to two when i got myself out of bed and opened the doors to nathan 's wardrobe . already a light dust coated the contents . there were ties , blue , red and green . a scarf was jammed onto the shelf and i piccked it up . it was an expensive one , and i caught the fainted echo of his altershave . the sensation of a sharp instrument striking through my breast made me gasp . i sank back down on the bed , holding it between fingers from which the feeling had drained .
nathan was dead .
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