Contemporaneous: Chapters 75 – 76
75. I don’t know why Melody’s come to the hospital with us, but then again I don’t know why I’ve come either. My existence unhinges Autumn – she cannot reconcile why everybody’s telling her that she should know me, but she doesn’t. It’s just a hole in her mind. I’m a hole. I don’t understand it either, unless it’s just that fucking rule Luca told me about – one thing would change. This is a pretty big thing to change, though, and unfair to change Autumn, rather than change me. When I didn’t remember Peta, that only impacted me. Autumn’s issue impacts her, her work, her family, and her world.…
Contemporaneous: Chapter 64
64. I drink and drink, the waitstaff always approaching me with uncertainty, like one of them wants to tell me this isn’t a bar, but they’re all teenagers – they don’t have the courage to approach some foreboding-looking fifty-year-old who’s drinking peacefully (but, given I’m drinking alone, self-destructively), and tell him he has to leave. The cook looks like he might, though – he’s about thirty, but a rotund guy, with a big, meaty, crewcut head that’d might’ve just come out of his wood-fire oven. Give him another decade and his bulk will turn to fat. Right now, though, he’s got this affable look about him – maybe it’s cliché,…