Twenty-four:
Bradley Endless
I could hear the sound of soft singing.
“Bluebells, dombey*, dombey shells,
Eesy iver over.
Charlie Chaplin went to France,
To teach the ladies how to dance.
First you heel and then you toe,
And then you do big belly-o,**
Big belly-o.”
My vision was blurry slightly, but I knew the sound of the voice that was singing. I would have known the sound of the voice. It was Adelaide March. The mother of my child. The woman that I’d been in love with. That I had dreamed about for years even when I didn’t have my memories.
I stood up and I saw Adelaide sitting with Tatiana.
My daughter. Our daughter.
“Adelaide….”
Adelaide stopped singing and looked up abruptly at me. Tatiana looked over,
