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“Mom... what are you doing?” Ai asks watching his mother tear open the front door.
He was coming down for a glass of water only to catch an odd sight of his mother playing on the front door as if she’s trying to catch some kid in the act of throwing eggs at their house as a trick during Halloween.
“I thought I heard someone ring the bell, I thought that maybe..” She allows her approaching son to grab her by the forearm and steer her over to the couch.
“Mommy Yakusoku wouldn’t ring, he’d come right in.”
“Not if he didn’t have a key... he doesn’t have his key, Ai.” Her eyes watered.
“Mommy... You can’t keep behaving like this... Dad and I are worried about you. We’ve been talking, and we think it would be a good idea if we all went and saw a grief counselor- all of us, together.”
Quinn listened to her son’s pleas, his want for her to get help. Look at her! She turns her gaze around the quiet, dark, living room. “Oh, Ai.” Pulling the boy to her bosom she holds him there rocking him back and forth with her. “I promised myself that I wasn’t going to let this thing beat me, and I can’t remember the last time I even really saw a day or what I was doing in it.” Kissing the top of her son’s head, she holds her tears back. “I’ve been a bad mother, and neglected you. I’m sorry.”
“Noo, mom, don’t apologize to me. I don’t need it, I understand why. You didn’t just look at me one day and decide I suck.” He removes himself from his mother to smile at her. “Mom, Yakusoku is gonna come back.”
He chose his words carefully, last time he’d spoken to his mother he’d said ‘He’ll be found’, and she went off! Quinn spat and snarled about how Yakusoku was going to come home, living, not be found since he’s turned up in a ditch sometime in the future. It just wasn’t a healthy subject to speak of some days. But days like this, or moments rather, you can get to her senses and remove Quinn from the break-down.
“Okay? It might just be a later ‘when’ then we want.” He returns to his resting place on his mother’s person. “I’m gonna make a deal with you, I’ll lighten the load of cooking and cleaning if you just wait this thing out by functioning normally, and not trapped in the grief... Dad and me need you... and you’ve still got us.”
“You’re so scary when you’re so wise like that, Ai.” Kissing the top of her son’s head again, Quinn nods. “I will. I will be normal, and I will stay that way. For you, and for your father... you two need me too.”
“And you need us.” Ai rights himself from his grappled lean over. “Plus, I can’t eat one more casarole from the neighbors, I think my tongue is going to escape and move into a Chili’s restuarant or somewhere.”
Snickering, Quinn gave her son a tight squeeze of a hug one last time. “I’m gonna get to bed. Ai, what are you doing up anyway? Did I wake you?”
“No. I’m here for a water run.”
“Aah. Well, don’t be up too late drinking, you’ve got school tomorrow.” Tossling the boy’s hair, she gets up from the couch.
Ai couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her passing a mirror and trying to fix her massive pile of dread-head. He couldn’t help but feel that his mother is right about checking the door, but rather than open it to see if his brother were out there, Ai locked it. Getting the glass of water he’d originally sought out, he returned to his bedroom and crawled under the covers and began to cry.