“Can I speak to your brother again?”
“Huh? Oh … yeah … uhm … sure, okay. Lemme see if I can get him for you.” Shouting: “Greg? Brock?”
More rustling sounds, etc.
“Yeah, Mom.”
“Please don’t stay down there too long. I mean, fine, take some time to yourself if you have to. But enough is enough.”
“A couple more weeks, Mother. That’s all.”
“Now you sound like Stewart again.”
I said nothing.
“People are depending on you. Your fans. Dawn. Your brother. They love you. I love you. Everyone loves you. Your brother especially. He needs you. You both need each other. Now more than ever. But right now he needs you more than you need him.”
Of course she was right. Mothers always are.
