“How can it be him? But it is, Matthew, seated at a restaurant table, twenty-six years older, his dark hair swept back and faintly receding. Matthew in a suit and tie, although somehow he looks casually dressed, diagonal stripes in the tie, plaid shirt underneath, tiny polka dots peppering his pocket square.
Running at him and crushing his skull with a rock, leaping in front of the forty-ninth bullet … Patrick looks down at the table. Glass, fork, knife.
… finding a splintered branch and driving it deep into his chest, fetching the slingshot from under the tarp and firing a perfect shot … None of this makes any sense. And now Matthew is speaking. I’m sorry, Tricky, he says, I honestly thought there was no other way.
The name makes him dizzier still but Patrick manages to find some strength in his voice. Don’t you ever call me by that name again, he says.
Of course not, says Matthew, loosening the knot of his tie. Patrick, I’m sorry.
Sorry for what? For shooting Hannah? Half-blinding her?
Guest 2 years agoit is a good book, but makes no sense and got me quite confused from time to time it is a good book, but makes no sense and got me quite confused from time to time it is a good book, but makes no sense and got me quite confused from time to time
Guest 2 years agoWhat a really really bad ending. So much dribble throughout the book and the ending just was a huge letdown, no explanation as to what happened or how, just an end. So disappointed