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257 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2023
I'm always next to you in times of crisis. Big and dramatic and gay moments. I am always driving you places... I reminded you that you told me you didn't know if God exists. You look beyond the window. Outside was darkness. You could have told me there was a little village out there with a family. Or that outside was Athens, and a young woman was coming out of girlhood. You could have told me there was a hospital bed and I would've believed you. You wondered if indeed you ever told me that. You then said, with the easiest breath, sometimes I think God forgot about us because we were poor.
You can't keep writing your gay things. And a son writing a story about his mother is not a gay thing.
This country tricked people into thinking they loved multiculturalism... the way this country doesn't understand women is the way they don't understand migrants.
Greeks can't say horrible things about the dead. But we do it anyway and then say God protect and keep her. She was a horrible woman, a terrible mother and possibly a witch. May God protect and keep her.
She thought of the three boys in the snow and ice, exercise turning their cheeks pink, how she loved those boys, for that was what they were - boys that had not yet become horrible men.
...You know, sometimes living next to the ocean just makes you conservative. Like the people in Australia.