Hey Kitty, you want to play?

“Son, dad and I wanted to talk to you.

Despite his even, even affectionate tone, Louis knew that this conversation did not bode well for him. The fork of stewed mushrooms hung halfway to her mouth. Mom cooks delicious, yes ...

“Ma, maybe we won’t?” I'll just promise not to kill myself again, and you promise not to put me in hospitals where you think they treat me?

— Is it that simple?

“No, not just… but I don't know what else to say.

Lou sighed. He guessed that a visit to the family nest would not do without a good soul-saving conversation, and certainly - at dinner. God, he's twenty-six, but now he feels like a sixteen-year-old screwed up teenager. He looked at his brother, seeking support, but Tom prudently kept quiet, busy eating. However, he already took all the first fire while he and Kitty flew to Australia, and it was simply impudent to demand more. Looked at my father. John Sparks looked serene. It’s clear that ma is the soloist today, and pa is in the wings when it is necessa