Mary had to finish planning her son’s funeral, and all she wanted to do was take herself to a movie. She woke up, just before dawn, and imagined how she could manage to stay inside the theater for a week straight. Sleep there. Eat there. She’d slip into the blackness of the theater after the showing started, and hide when the theater attendants came to clean up the spilled popcorn and crinkled soda lids between showings and go missing. Just like Eddie did. Eddie, her son, who was a mummy in a hot car when he was finally found. Her first born, who broke their family in half and bent them into weird, sad shapes. Mary and her younger son Thomas; the two of them dragged along the pavement behind Eddie. Mary blamed herself, of course, but mostly she blamed Eddie. He was hateful and gorgeous, and wanted to annihilate.
I simply cannot wait another 4 months for part 3
Carey this is incredible!! I ache for a full book of this story.