The Last Husband by J. S. Cooper

Author:J. S. Cooper
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Romance, Young Adult, Contemporary
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Published: 2013-06-26T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Zane

“Do you think mom is looking for us?” Noah barged into my room without knocking and sat down on the bed next to me. “Maybe she’s looking for us and can’t find us.”

“Don’t be stupid. We still live in the same house.” I looked at him with derision and anger. “If she wanted to find us she knows where to look—the same place she left us.”

“Don’t you ever hate being right?” Noah’s eyes looked bleak and I felt sorry for being so mean. He was only 14 and still had hope that our mother would show up again. At 16, I knew that our mother was never showing up again. She was probably living it up on a Caribbean island, somewhere, with all our father’s money.

“No.” I looked away from him. “Can I finish my book, please?”

“What are you reading?”

“The Grapes of Wrath.”

“Sounds boring.” He yawned and stood up.

“Well, you’ll have to read it for class one day as well.” I laughed at him. “What are you going to do?”

“I thought I’d go play some drums.” He looked at me, eagerly. “Want to join?”

I looked at my book and then back at his face and laid the book on the bed and sighed. The report could wait. “Okay, but I get to choose the songs. No more Rolling Stones, please.”

“But I want to be like Charlie Watts.”

“Can you be more like Ringo Starr?”

“What’s your obsession with the Beatles?” Noah shook his head.

“I’m not obsessed with the Beatles,” I protested.

“I thought you would hate them.” Noah hesitated. “I’m just surprised.”

“Why would I hate them?” My breath caught.

“You know.” He paused.

“No, I don’t. Why?” Did he remember? My body was burning up as I looked at him.

“Mom used to love them, she used to sing that lonely people song all the time.”

“Eleanor Rigby.” My voice was low and I looked away from him.

“Yeah.” Noah rubbed my arm. “I love you, Zane.”

“You’re too young to be such a sap, bro.”

“You know you love me, too.”

“Okay, let’s go play some Rolling Stones.”

“It worked.” He ran down to the basement and I followed him with a smile. I was glad he hadn’t pushed the issue. I didn’t like to think about my obsession with the Beatles. I didn’t like to think about it being one of the only connections I had to my mother. She left us; she didn’t deserve to be remembered.

“Let’s play ‘Satisfaction.’” Noah grinned up at me as I entered the garage and he started drumming.

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