‘Eddie is not your father.’
His mother’s words hung like a beehive on a rotten branch.
He responded in the only way he knew how, ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘I’ve tried to find the right time to tell you.’
‘And you thought this was the best time?’
‘I know your brother just died.'
‘Really? I hadn’t noticed.’
She bowed her head, wiped away the tears. ‘Eddie is Brian’s father.’ She referred to her dead son as if he still lived.
‘Who’s mine?’
‘I don’t know.’
His mouth opened, closed, opened again. ‘You don’t know who my father is? Were you a slut?’
‘No, I was a virgin.’
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