elaborate frown.
Gabe called the next day. Heâd said, âIâm sorry, honey. Iâm sorry Iâve been acting so crazy. Itâs just that Iâve got a lot on my mind, with the baby and everything.â
âItâs the beer,â I said. âYouâve got to stop.â
âI wasnât drunk last night!â
âNo, but youâd been drinking.â
âJust a few brews. Whatâs wrong with that?â
âYou canât handle it,â I said. âYouâre an alcoholic.â That was the first time Iâd let myself admit it.
âThatâs ridiculous,â Gabe said. He joked about it; the problem wasnât him, it was all in my head. âYou never want to have any fun,â he said. âNo wonder you want to be a teacher.â
He came by after supper so we could go for a drive and talk. We were going to let Jack run on the beach. We never got that far. We started to argue. Gabe was scary. Iâd never seen him so angry. I thought he was going to hit me.
He said an alcoholic was someone old like his father, or someone who drinks hard liquor, like David. Not someone like him, who enjoys a few beers. He said I was just making up excuses so I wouldnât have to marry him.
âThatâs not true!â I said. âWhy wonât you listen?â
ââCause you ainât the voice of God!â
He pushed me out of the truck. Heâd never hurt me before. I could feel his hands on me long after heâd left. He looked like Gabe, but heâd become someone else. Someone I didnât know.
If you hate life so much, why donât you just blow your head off ?
I play the scene in my mind, again and again, rewriting the lines for a happy ending. I shouldâve held him tight and never let go. I shouldâve said: You are a wonderful person. I shouldâve told him: Iâll always love you, but I wonât live your motherâs life. Youâre losing me. Time is running out. Save yourself: Gabe is dying.
I said all that, so many times. He never really heard me. The other voices in his head were too loud: the screams and shouts, the little boys crying. The past always drowned me out.
I canât think anymore. I want to fall asleep and rest forever on the breast of the sea. The world could be so lovely if it werenât for people. Weâre cruel and greedy. We hurt each other. I hurt so bad. It has to stop. Iâm sorry, little baby. Please forgive me, for bringing you here and then taking you away.
The air is thick with spray. Jack is pacing, worried.
âGet out of here, you idiot!â I point to the beach. âIf you donât leave now, it will be too late!â
Too late. He looks sad. He leans his head against my leg. I bury my fingers in his thick coat and touch the leather collar Gabe made. The waves break in a white ring all around us.
36
Francis McCloud
Iâm doing what I shouldâve done a long time ago: Iâm getting the hell out of this town. Everybody hates me. Theyâll be glad when Iâm gone. They say, Iâm sorry about Gabe. Or: Howâs Katherine taking it? Or they donât say nothing. They turn away. What do you say to a man whoâs lost his boy?
My boy is gone! I canât take it. Itâs like Godâs killed me, then woke me up so I can die again, every day. I couldâve sworn Tom saw me when I drove by the store, but he didnât even raise his hand. Weâre talking about his nephew! His sisterâs baby boy! And he looks right through me like we donât mean nothing! He hasnât even picked up the phone!
Iâm going to drive down the highway till I get to San Diego, or maybe even Mexico. Iâve got to keep going, Iâve got to keep moving, âcause if I donât keep moving, Iâm drowning.
Why is he dead? He was such a good kid! He couldâve been something. My son! Heâs not a bum like David or
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