The first time that Felicity requested seriously about death was shortly after the pandemic broke out, no doubt fueled by the never-ending information updates about the virus. We have been watching Hook, particularly the scene when Rufio dies. The reality of losing someone who has seen your hand develop from the clenched fist of a newborn to the open palm of an grownup. Someone whose reminiscence populates the entire landscape of your childhood and teenage years. I heard the words and they rattled inside my mind like marbles in a jar.
When I brought house a newborn it was onerous to know the way they might turn into best friends. We’d go to the seashore and out for lunch, but there was a new pressure to it. I was pleased as lengthy as he was, but now I had another person to think about.