“Thank you, Erik.”
“I looked at her in surprise. It was the first time she had called me that.”
“I know that’s your name, son.”
“Mrs. Williamson reached over and pulled my face to hers and kissed me on the cheek. Her cheek was the softest thing I think I had ever felt and she had on a pleasant sweet-smelling perfume that masked the scent of death. She held me there against her cheek and started crying. Soon my face was wet with her tears and she whispered her secret to me.”
“He was playing with a bouncy ball in the front yard, bouncing it on the sidewalk. I took my eye off him for just one second and he followed that bouncy ball out on Carson St… and…and he got hit and killed… my little boy… It were my fault…I weren’t paying proper attention. So you’re my Phillipe now, you hear. You my
