The Exorcist
“Her brothers from Brooklyn. The grocer on the corner who'd extended her credit. Watching them lower her into the dark of a world without windows, Damien Karras sobbed with a grief he had long misplaced. "Ah, Dimmy, Dimmy..." An uncle with an arm around his shoulder. "Never mind, she's in heaven now, Dimmy, she's happy." Oh, God, let it be! Ah, God! Ah, please! Oh, God please be! They waited in the car while he lingered by the grave. He could not bear the thought of her being alone. Driving to Pennsylvania Station, he listened to his uncles speak of their illnesses in broken, immigrant accents. "...emphysema... gotta quit smokin'... I ohmos' died las' year, you know that?" Spasms of rage fought to break from his lips, but he pressed them back and felt ashamed. He looked out the window: they were passing by the Home Relief Station where on Saturday mornings in the dead of winter she would pick up the milk and the sacks of potatoes while he lay in his bed; the Central Park Zoo, where she... left him in summer while she begged by the fountain in front of the Plaza.MoreLess
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