I really felt for George when he didn't want people to casually touch his dad's stuff. It was an abomination, a real invasion of privacy. He did the right thing.
I loved the absolutely raw emotion of this: "He kicked at the air. He wanted to punch something, to harm something, to make the universe crack and splinter." I know the feeling.
And, the specificity of the "size 11 shoe box". Perfect.
A rich chapter. Grief and anger tangled together. The need for the body/mind to just shut down is so real.
Thanks Rosie! I’ve been there before, maybe you, too?
I really felt for George when he didn't want people to casually touch his dad's stuff. It was an abomination, a real invasion of privacy. He did the right thing.
I loved the absolutely raw emotion of this: "He kicked at the air. He wanted to punch something, to harm something, to make the universe crack and splinter." I know the feeling.
And, the specificity of the "size 11 shoe box". Perfect.
That's great writing! The detail, the anguish, really good.