Chapter VI: Second SunEven though it was late, Bev had a chance to talk to the boys. Blain, our oldest, answered the phone and asked how she was doing.
“I'm OK, son. What are your brothers doing?”
“Worrying about Dad.
“Everything will be all right.”
Trembling, Bev tried to hold back the tears. She'd been on the phone for a few seconds and could tell her emotions were about to erupt.
“Blain, I need to get off the phone. I just wanted to check in.”
Blain's sniffled, and at age twelve, he was old enough to be aware things weren't quite right. Not able to hold back tears any longer, the floodgates opened, and asked what no mother wants to hear.
“Mom, tell me the truth! Is Dad dead?”
She made every effort to calm herself and her son.
“No, Blain honey, your dad is sleeping.”
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