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“You know, we shouldn’t be here.”
“I know, but I had no other choice. I had to see you.”
“Couldn’t you wait till Sunday? Church isn’t going to disappear.”
“Father, you know how important this is to me.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just… never mind. I’ll let you continue.”
Jack took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up to the sky. What do I say? Where do I start? How do I begin? He turned and looked at the priest.
“Father… I’ve… done… I’ve seen… some terrible things.”
“Go on.”
“Please stop, it hurts!” pleaded Tanya, tears beginning to stream down her face. “I’m sorry. Please let me go.”
“What did I specifically tell you not to do?” Tanya’s mother asked her sternly, a fistful of her daughter’s pony tail in her wrinkled hand.
“You… you told me… not to play… with the boys… in the park,” replied Tanya in between sobs.
“And what did you do?”
“Goodbye, my lover. Goodbye, my friend.”
“How fitting,” I thought to myself. James Blunt music while I’m in a pod miles and miles away from home. I guess it must’ve been some M2M employee’s sorry excuse for a joke. I turned the volume knob on the control panel all the way down to zero, enveloping myself in silence.
This is good. It felt like I hadn’t treated myself to a round of silence for some time. The silence helped me clear my mind. To think about everything. To think about nothing.