The following is an excerpt from part 2 of The Book of Mev.
By mid-December, Mev had grown very quiet. I’d estimated she was knocked out for 20 hours a day. Was she asleep? Did she dream? Was she in aggravation? Or was she just so doped up and out from all her medications? What went on in her consciousness?
I found it incredible to realize that less than two weeks before had been the Visitation Academy Award ceremony, at which Mev appeared with grace and dignity and that, in the near future, it would be Christmas. I was always polishing my penchant for understatement: It sure didn’t feel like Christmas, even though our neighbors were kind enough to get us a tree and encourage other neighbors to bring ornaments. Read the rest of this entry »