Somewhere in Manhattan. Day VIII
‘We have to do it, John.’ Lorraine says.
I know what she is talking about; I know her now. Finally, my organism accepted it and the creature is now calmed. Sometimes, I can see it in my dreams. I imagine its face and his legs but I know it has no defined form, or maybe it has… or maybe it is the creation of my guilty past soul. Why he didn’t help her? Love, or whatever it was, is a strange thing.
‘Doctors are coming,’ Lorraine says. ‘You must be prepared.’
‘Did he love her?’ I ask.
‘It is always a difficult question, my doctor. Do mothers love their children or it is just their duty? I remember the child growing. I used to imagine him as you imagine now the creature growing inside you. I felt him part of me but, anyway, I did.’
‘She did.’ I interrupt.
‘I remember my guilty, I remember me as a mother, taking care of my son. I remember me when he was ten and when he was five. Is it real? I did it, John.’
‘We did it.’
Someone knocks at the door. Wait, my son. Are you ready to born? I feel it now again, I feel our son, Lorraine.
NY About 15 years before
Since it happened, you are on my mind. I look François’ photo y can’t feel anything. I think I was wrong but I must say I didn’t know you.
Gregory was a distant father with Alex. Does it matter?
‘I leave, father.’ He said in the threating presence of his father.
I hope you meet your father. I trust on you and I think you can do anything you want. I know last times you become immersed in your work. I think it will be the best novel in the History. I believe in you, Alex.
His father looked at him and kept on silent, always sure of his options as the great man he was.
‘Are you sure, Alex?’ He asked.
Can you imagine what we can do together? I know I was wrong.
‘I am sure, father.’
Alex. Please, forgive me and forgive me for my blindness, for the time I lost, for the time we are losing now. I miss you so much.
‘In that case, you will came back here and I give you a job in the company.’
Alex. I am counting the days to see you, to meet you again in Paris.
‘I don’t want to come back to Paris, father.’
Come back, come back, Alex. You are the only person who I can see in the future; you are the only one I dream of.
‘Do you know that the decision you’ve token is one decision for the rest of your life?’
**Fake Game, serial novel by Martin Cid http://yareah.com/?cat=293