IN THE EVENING
"In the evening, my mother sits on a chair at the end of my bed and rubs my clenched toes. Then she takes out my father's journal again. After flicking through a few pages she begins to read out loud. 'People who have beds to lie on are so lucky. they can dream their lives away...'' Huh, that sounds just like him."
From page 411
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