Leave Christine and I alone. Go live your own life.
The day before Christine’s funeral, Vicki and I are sitting at the dining room table in our late sister’s house talking about the accident. We make a diagram, or map of the place Christine was swept off the rocks. It is a top view and I we have placed four people in that bowl;
Christine
Drew
Shamus
Vicki
There is silence. I am considering talking to Vicki’s son, Shamus, when my sister gets up and takes the note pad into another room. Shamus and Drew are playing video games in the den. Drew is 9 years of age. My friend comments on how unshook she appears.
Vicki comes back with the pad and puts it down before me, and says;
“I had Drew do this drawing in order to get in touch with her feelings. She moved this person over here. (points to hyphan betwen two top figures) She was…
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