Conn said. “How can you possibly say that?” “I been a cop most of the time since I saw you last,” Conn said. “Guy does something like this, he’s been off center for a long time.” “My son is a fine young man,” Hadley said. “Except that he shot a female child after he fucked her.” Hadley leaned back a little and pressed her arms down firmly on the arms of the chair. Her face was pale and she was breathing audibly through her nose. “Is this your revenge?” she said. “After twenty-six years to get your revenge on me through my son?” Conn didn’t speak. He sat silently on the hassock, his forearms on his thighs, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. He looked steadily at Hadley. He felt as if everything were unspooling very slowly, as if he and Hadley were suspended somehow in a viscous crystalline fluid. Tears came slowly to Hadley’s eyes and began again to move quietly down her face. She leaned forward and put her hand on both of his. “Conn,” she said, “you have to help me.”
What do You think about All Our Yesterdays (1994)?
