Chapter 79
She grabbed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it tightly. “I’m sorry, Chris,” she screamed at him as he let go of her and walked out. “You’re a good boy! I don’t hate you!”
When Christophe had shut the door behind him, Joe brushed a strand of hair off his mother’s forehead and fixed her hat.
She exhaled loudly. “I suppose you’ll need a few pots and pans.”
“I’m gonna give you half of my pay right now, and I’ll give you more next week.”
She waved his offer off and tiredly walked to the kitchen. Joe followed her. Watched her put some things into a paper bag. She paused and looked out the window. “There’s a doctor, here in Montreal, who specializes in these types of disorders, and maybe you and Christophe could—”
“Yes, we’ll call him.” Joe grabbed the bag from her and looked down at himself. He was naked from the waist up. “I gotta get dressed.”