An early sample built to test a concept or processJulia flew through the front door half an hour later, finding me laid on the bathroom floor. She complained about the rush hour traffic and covered me with a scratchy blanket and her apologies. I’d thrown up the rice pops and my stomach ached.
“I’m so sorry, Jacques,” she whispered, her arm stretched around my shoulders. She sat on the side of the bath and pressed my cheek against her thigh. “I wanted to talk to you when we got home last night. It seemed too hard to form the words, and we distracted each other.” She gave a giant swallow. “Your brother is an asshole.”
I exhaled and sat up, wiping my hand across my nose. Military deployment had made me a silent witness to death and atrocity, but it hadn’t scored the memories into my soul th
