Off the Map2003

Adult Bo:
[narrating] Through my window, the cool night air carried the sound of my father dropping the complimentary box of tissues from the Kleenex company, as he passed them over to William Gibbs. Passing as it were between athletes on a relay team, a baton. There was a valve opened in William Gibbs releasing a torrent of tears. It seemed that same valve continued turning in my father all the to the off position, shutting off that steady leak that had streaked his face and, our lives, for more than half a year.