You really don’t remember him, do you? Dad I mean.
I don’t remember anything, remember?
You would’ve loved Dad. He used to call you Bull Rider and me Mouseketeer
Why’d he do that?
I don’t know. Dad was crazy.
We were… five when he died?
About.
So how do you know?
Because I’m fucking crazy. And mom’s fucking crazy.
I think it’s what Dad left us.
That’s sad. You’re smiling and I feel like crying every tear I’ve ever seen.
That’s not many. You’ve only been back a few months.
I’ve seen what I’ve seen.
What does that mean?
Hospitals are a sad place.
You mean “sad places.”
Every hospital is the hospital. It’s all one place filled with slow birth, slow recovery, slow decline, and slow death.
It took dad months to die. Mom never got over it.
Neither did we, I don’t think.
You don’t even remember.
You don’t need a memory to have a feeling.