NY City. About ten years ago
When he was a child, he had a good education… since his brother died.
‘He was never a good student,’ one of the servants said, ‘and he had to spent his holydays at home, for some class of punishment. His father stayed at home with him, trying to keep an eye on him… You had to see how he loved you, young Alex, while the other brother had always been nearest his mother.
‘Do you remember his name?’ An old woman housekeeper asked.
‘I think it was Jack, like Alex’s dog.’ Another interrupted.
In the kitchen, someone could stop a conversation, even if everybody was as interested as now.
‘But his brother went to that trip with his beloved mother.’ The servant finally continued. Can you imagine the faces of the two men when they knew the news? They said that they died at the moment with no suffering at all. Their relationship wasn’t the same again. In one way, I think they both feel culpability for the accident. After that, Alex never failed on studies and his father never tried to talk him again, at least as the same way as before.’
The road was dark and Jack was sleeping in the rear seat. She has decided it and this travel would be useful to pass more time with her son. It was a real pity that her husband had decided to stay at home studying. Didn’t that stupid man see that he was losing the time with the kid? She would like to speak more with Alex… she would like that his husband wouldn’t choose for one of them so soon… she would like so many things in so many years since they got married. They would arrive at Nantes in just an hour. She looked through the rear-view mirror. A clear light. She could see the faces of Jack and Alex before she died.