The Future For Curious People: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Their steaming entrees—both of which look like dollops from large vague casseroles—sit on their plates. And my parents look freshly steamed, too. Both are red-cheeked and dewy. Why has my mother been crying? Has she gotten bad news—the first signs of the disease that will kill her? My throat cinches up. My God, is this the beginning of the end? The hostess wants to seat me, but I wave her off. “I see my people,” I tell her, and it hits me that these two people are my people. Thigpen doesn’t matter. I’m Godfrey Burkes and this is my sweet, ailing mother and my sober, loyal father. As I walk up and take a seat across from them—the hostess handing me my laminated menu—I realize what I must look like. Mussy, bloodshot, bleary-eyed, euphoric, but also spent. I’m unshaven and stinky, and I might start crying. “Godfrey,” my father says, glancing around the restaurant. “You okay?” “I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life, to be honest.
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