ME: “What do you mean?”
BEA: “Here. Avec toi.”
Bea doesn’t speak French but throws French expressions into her conversation from time to time for effect.
Is she referring to death? My heart skips a beat. Gravitas does fill her voice.
I have just concluded my mother is indeed saying goodbye when she adds, “How do I initiate it? The paperwork, I mean? I would think it would be through you.”
“Where do you want to go?” I ask.
“To my mother’s house. Home …”
Her tone is heartbreaking.
Who would have thought childhood would leave such an indelible souvenir!