Vito POVThe corridor outside the suite had been built when this house was new, in 1903, and was thirty-two paces long.I knew this because I had walked it forty-six times.My grandfather sat in the chair by the linen closet with his cane across his knees and the careful patience of a man who had attended six grandchildren in his time and understood that the role of the men in this family during this particular event was to wait, in silence, and to not embarrass themselves by attempting to do anything useful.I was not as practiced as he was.Nicholas had arrived three hours into it and sat down across from me without comment. Emily had come up once, in slippers, to put a hand on my shoulder and tell me, with the soft authority of a woman who had recently survived this same event, that this is what it is supposed to sound like, and that I should not, under any circumstances, lose my mind.I was, currently, losing my mind.Every cry from behind the door arrived in my chest like a small
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