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In the arms of my lover. With my children gathered around. Will they know of my death? Who will inform them? They will wait up tonight, hoping for me to return with the goodies 1948 that I promised. They will wait the next day and the next. And they will always wonder after me. And my mother is sobbing now, great 1948 sobs shaking her body, tears and snot running down her face, the exhaustion that comes after the execution, the exhaustion of the hangman who weeps after the trapdoor has been pulled, the 1948 prolonged involvement leading to the condemnedÕs death has left him susceptible to his most vulnerable emotions. And my mother suddenly scoops me into her arms and sits down in the kitchen chair clutching me tightly. Her fingers digging into my back. Her body heaves, waves of grief, and I go up and down in those waves. The oceanÕs moan in my ear. Tears for a lost family, poverty, uncertainty, tears for a distant, nonexistent husband. We sit there together, the three of us, she in the kitchen chair, I in her lap, the cockroach on the floor, fading away, itÕs life slowly ebbing from its pores.
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