Chapter 27 Chick learns that his mother is dead

Hello? My wife's voice trembled and sounded anxious. it's me.I said: sorry, I Oh Chick, oh my God.We don't know where to find you. I've got the lies ready for clients, meetings, that sort of thing but they cracked and fell apart like bricks. What happened?I said. your mother.Oh my god Chick.Where are you?we do not know What's the matter? She started crying and gasping for air. tell me.I said: how is it? heart attack.Maria found it. What? Your mother is gone. I hope you never hear those words.your mother.gone.These words are different from other words.They're too huge to fit in your ears.They belong to a strange, heavy, powerful language that rings in the side of your head, hitting you again and again like a big iron ball that demolishes a building, and finally, these words hit a hole big enough to Put it in your head.In the process, they tear you apart.

Where? at home. Where, ah, I mean, when? Suddenly, these details seem extremely important.Had to hold on to the details so that I could put myself in it.how is she Chick, Catherine's tone softened: just come back, okay? I rented a car.Travel all night.Shock and grief are with me, in the back seat: guilt is in the front.I reached Pipewell Beach just before dawn.I pulled the car into the driveway.Turn off the engine.The sky is a rotten purple.My car smells of beer.I sat in the car and watched the dawn rise around me.I remembered that I hadn't called my father to tell him that my mother was gone.In the back of my mind, I have a feeling that I don't think I'll ever see him again.

I did not see him again. I lost both my mother and my father on the same day, the former a shame and the latter a shadow.