“Have you talked to your mother?”
“Yeah…once…this morning. She’s been calling back every hour on the hour ever since.”
“How’s she taking it?”
“Worse than I am.”
“Tyler, it’s not the end of the world…”
“It’s the end of one world…one world that I really love.”
“That’s not true, and you know it.” He’s feeling sorry for himself. I guess that’s normal, something to be expected in a situation like this. But it’s not what I expected from a guy like Tyler. I’m not sure why, but I’ve come to think of him as rugged and indestructible.
“I don’t know much of anything right now,” he says closing his eyes and settling back on a stack of hospital pillows. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen, I really don’t. For the first time I can remember, I’m not sure what comes next. In the Navy, I always knew.
