4am-ish I’m standing at my mother’s bedside holding her hand and my brother, Jason, is sitting in the shitty kitchen chair.
'I loved your father, you know that, don't you?' she says, her voice sounding as if it's coming from a little pocket of sighing energy she's saved up.
'Really?' I say, 'I thought you just really liked rooting* him a lot.'
'You're disgusting,' my brother says.
'No, I'm not,' I say, 'look, mum's laughing.'
Actually, she isn’t laughing, but she is smiling and rolling her eyes.
*Australian for having sex
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