I'll Follow You Down Page #5

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Erol, see you in class?

Yeah.

Good night.

Okay, I'll be late.

Do you ever think about your dad?

What?

We never talk about him.

We don't have to talk about him.

Please.

I'd like to.

Did Gramps say something

to you tonight?

About what?

Nothing.

So you've been thinking

about dad a lot.

Yeah.

It all came flooding back...

at the airport.

I remember we played chess.

Went to the movies twice a month.

On... on science nights

he'd teach me the concepts

using my toys.

He loved me.

It's weird, but I...

I don't remember what he

looked like, you know,

just photographs and stuff.

Do you ever get angry

about what happened?

Mom, I don't think about it.

Did I ever tell you how we met?

No, not really.

You know, it was when we were

still living in Princeton

and pops dragged me to some event

that I didn't want to go to.

I think...

I think mom had just died,

like a couple of months before

and he wanted to get

me out of the house.

Well, he introduced me

to his prize student.

It was love at first

sight, just like

when mom and dad got married.

And he asked me to marry him

a month later at this old diner

we used to go to.

I resisted at first 'cause

he was a workaholic

and wanted to change the world.

I thought he wouldn't

have time for a family.

But you know what he said?

What?

He could change the world and

be home for supper every night.

And he was.

He was so confident.

Do you remember?

Yeah.

Such a dreamer.

Nothing was impossible.

You know, I have this recurring

dream about the night

that he didn't come home,

where he calls and tells

me what happened.

What happened?

Well...

he fell in love.

Or he hit his head and had amnesia.

Or he just wanted a different

life, not with us.

Mom...

you can't do this.

You're off the medication,

it's putting you in a rut.

They're not helping.

I don't want to feel numb.

It's just that, you know, your dad,

he never broke a promise, ever.

And I just, I remember his

face at the airport so vividly

and the way that he looked at me.

- It just looked like he knew something.

- You can't... you can't do this again.

- But... You can't think like that.

- I just want to know!

It doesn't matter.

- It's... that's the only thing I want!

- It doesn't matter. You can't...

What difference does it make?

He's gone! He's dead.

This time I'm late.

I can't go.

What is it?

My mom...

Is she okay?

I shouldn't leave her alone.

Is that what you were

trying to tell me earlier?

You want to know why

I'm not going to MIT?

I can't leave her alone.

I wish it were different.

I'm sorry. I know we had plans.

Sometimes it's hard not to

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