She clutches her pearls in what has become a habitual gesture. At least her eyes are dry. Cried out, probably.
“I’m glad you came, anyway,” she says, the last word an accusation.
“It was the least I could do,” I answer lamely, thinking so that’s what I did. The least I could do.
“Your brother was… well, you know how he was.”
“You always said he took after Dad.”
This makes her smile, but it isn’t happy. “Yes,” she says. “I suppose I did.”
I try on a brusque tone. “Now that I’m here, what do we do?”
“We wait.”
That wait can be hell
What did he do?
Sounds like uncomfortable relationships all round in that family.
Yeah, I hope my kids don’t take after me.
The wait is the hardest part, that’s for sure.
I like this, the relationship sounds difficult to say the least. Good stuff
I loved the use of the word ‘anyway’. It speaks volumes.
Dear Josh,
So much tension between the lines in this dialogue. Sharp and tight.
Shalom,
Rochelle
You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Awkwardly good!
My story!
That’s super writing, Josh! Really, really good!