She either got married or didn’t. She either moved to Holland with the Dutch Tulip Man or didn’t.
She either had more kids or didn’t. I need to know what happens to her.”
Van Houten pursed his lips. “I regret that I cannot indulge your childish whims,
but I refuse to pity you in the manner to which you are well accustomed.”
“I don’t want your pity,” I said.
“Like all sick children,” he answered dispassionately, “you say you don’t want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.”
“Peter,” Lidewij said, but he continued as he reclined there, his words getting rounder in his drunken mouth.
“Sick children inevitably become arrested: You are fated to live out your days as the child you were when diagnosed,
the child who believes there is life after a novel ends.
And we, as adults, we pity this, so we pay for your treatments, for your oxygen machines.
We give you food and water though you are unlikely to live long enough—”
“PETER!” Lidewij shouted. “You are a side effect,” Van Houten continued,
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색