“He didn’t want to think less of him for this crying; he truly didn’t. He had asked him not to cry, but only as one might ask a child, knowing that it was just a way of saying something, a reassurance: Don’t cry, I’m here. In all truth he had wanted to say don’t cry because he was embarrassed; at least he was at first. But eventually he became used to this crying, he had stroked his head and kept silent, waiting for him to stop. He had no idea how long this would take because he had never seen a... man cry before, not even his father when they received the telegram advising that Neville was missing in action. ‘They presume dead,’ his father had said, and his voice was as calm as it ever was, except for the inflection on that presume, as though the word was one he had never come across before, as though he didn’t know what they were talking about, sending out their incomprehensible nonsense. Edmund had been home from school for the weekend and he had wished desperately that he hadn’t come home, that he hadn’t witnessed the boy resting his bike against the railings outside their house, walking up the steps, adjusting his cap, his hesitation before pulling on the doorbell.MoreLessRead More Read Less
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
User Reviews: