The second was what he had to say. “Mum’s dead,” he told me, and burst into tears. “Now calm down,” I said. “Are you all right?” “Of course I’m not all right! Mum’s dead, and I’m never going to see her again. I had all these chances to see her, so many chances, and they’re all wasted now, I used them up.” “Okay,” I said. I took the phone to the armchair, settled down. I could see this conversation lasting quite a while. “Okay,” I said again, once I’d got myself comfortable, “how did all this happen? Tell me about it.” “The leukaemia,” he said. “The leukaemia’s finally got her.” “I didn’t know she had leukaemia,” I said. “Yeah, well, there’s lots that you didn’t know. I suppose I just didn’t want to tell you. I suppose you’ve had it easier.” From anyone else that might have sounded like a rebuke, but not my baby brother.
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