Neil has regressed to the oldest transcendental layers of his memory in search of his now seemingly diaphanous mother. “Why don't we remember birth or any part of this inner unity with our mother? » For him now, only Esther is there. Only his soft fingers, his sweet breath and his sweet sounds are there. Has this other mother ever kissed him or ran her fingers through his hair, kissed him on the forehead? Everything that protects came from Esther. Each new act or observation was greeted with a feeling of enthusiasm and praise. This is what mothers do and it is what guides the child through these never-ending developmental changes. " Mother. . . mother . . . mother . . . Now there is another usurper, a pretender waiting to tear down all those tenuous flying buttresses that have kept this cathedral standing. » There is no memory of having shared his mother with another, none of the presence of a living father. With temerity and frankness, they claimed it as reclaimed property. He was no one's property. Guardianship and possession are opposites. Devin sat motionless in the lieutenant's office. The officer had informed him privately; knowing his closeness to Neil, I wanted him to be there. Devin tried to stoically get the situation under control, but his body felt like he was trapped in a partially collapsed building and any movement on his part, the structure would completely give way. Neil, sitting directly in front of the officer's desk, said, "This is a lie!" “I seem to have walked into a Bedlam room,” as he then turned to Devin. The officer and the doctor said nothing, but both shook their heads from side to side and said, "No." The officer pushed the DNA papers for Neil to study. He waved his... middle of paper ... mirror earlier in the morning while he was shaving. He had long since considered it a world of chance. Today's possibilities could easily change, but for him, there was always a fallback adjustment available, and more importantly, there was always that comfortable retreat on West End Avenue that he considered home . It had been invaded and now it has been corrupted. Looking at his aunt and as if wanting her permission, he said, “I want to go back to the apartment. » Surprised but quickly regaining her composure, she said: “If that is your decision, I will go with you. » “No, no, you stay here. Gabe can sleep tonight," he looks at his friend for confirmation and gets it. "Tomorrow, Penny will be here, and if you're not there, she might get in trouble. I want you to watch her for me. He got smiles with this remark, “I want to give it a try tonight;.”