“Okay?” Amelia asked after a long silence.
“You can call me anything you want, honey. Just as long as you don’t call me late for dinner.”
“Very funny.”
“Go to sleep, okay?”
“Okay.”73: He’s Fine
I woke during the night to discover Tony was gone.
I immediately got out of bed, flipped on the light.
“What is it?” Jackson asked, turning over and looking at me.
“Tony’s gone,” I said.
I hurried from the room without waiting for an answer.
“Tony?” I called, my nerves getting the better of me. I knew he couldn’t hear me, but I couldn’t help myself. And it made me angry that he couldn’t hear me. Not angry at him. Angry at myself. Or angry at life, or circumstance, or fate. Angry that this form of communication was denied him, that he couldn’t hear people calling him, couldn’t hear that people cared about him, wanted to know he was all right.
“Tony?”