Evelyn put her hand over her mouth when she heard it.Study Anatomy
“He never told me that,” she said.
“He never told anybody anything,” said Thomas. And then he started to cry.
I’d never seen Thomas cry. Not at his father’s funeral. Not at his own wedding. He cried at that oak table in the bank with his face in his hands, and Sarah wasn’t there to hold him, so Claire did.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, when he could talk. “About the house. About Brookside. About all of it. I wasn’t trying to take anything from you. I was just so scared I’d get the math wrong. And you’d end up somewhere bad. Like Grandma.”
My mother died in a county nursing home in 1962, in a ward with eleven other women, because there was no money for anything else. Thomas was a baby. I didn’t know he even remembered the story.Support Causes
