I helped him to stand and then offered my arm to Isaac, guiding him past furniture that suddenly seemed intrusive,
realizing that, for the first time in years, I was the healthiest person in the room.
I drove. Augustus rode shotgun. Isaac sat in the back.
We stopped at a grocery store, where, per Augustus’s instruction, I bought a dozen eggs while he and Isaac waited in the car.
And then Isaac guided us by his memory to Monica’s house, an aggressively sterile, two-story house near the JCC.
Monica’s bright green 1990s Pontiac Firebird sat fat-wheeled in the driveway.
“Is it there?” Isaac asked when he felt me coming to a stop.
“Oh, it’s there,” Augustus said. “You know what it looks like, Isaac?
It looks like all the hopes we were foolish to hope.”
“So she’s inside?” Gus turned his head around slowly to look at Isaac.
“Who cares where she is? This is not about her. This is about you.”
Gus gripped the egg carton in his lap, then opened the door and pulled his legs out onto the street.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색