He didn't want to look at her, so he gave himself over to rubbing P. T., who was hanging across his lap.
“I'm sorry—” Her voice broke. “I can't bear it.” The man who had opened the door came up and put his arm around her.
As he was leading her out of the room, Jess could hear her crying.
He was glad she was gone. There was something weird about a woman like that crying.
It was as if the lady who talked about Polident on TV had suddenly burst into tears. It didn't fit.
He looked around at the room full of red-eyed adults. Look at me, he wanted to say to them. I'm not crying.
A part of him stepped back and examined this thought. He was the only person his age he knew whose best friend had died.
It made him important. The kids at school Monday would probably whisper around him and treat him with respect—
the way they'd all treated Billy Joe Weems last year after his father had been killed in a car crash.
He wouldn't have to talk to anybody if he didn't want to, and all the teachers would be especially nice to him.
Momma would even make the girls be nice to him. He had a sudden desire to see Leslie laid out.
He wondered if she were back in the library or in Millsburg at one of the funeral parlors.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색