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already
forgotten her name. I rose from my bunker and prepared for my morning run.
       I’d gotten into the habit early on during my training. I loved the
beach in the mornings, the water wafted onto the shore in calming bursts of
blue and the sand had that welcoming heat that gave you the momentum to keep moving.
It was practically empty that morning when I started my jog, and by the time I
had finished, a few people had started filtering in.
       Sometimes I liked to sit by the surf and watch people walk by—mothers
with young children, bachelors with their dogs, and older couples getting in
some early morning cardio. It felt so normal and yet, it was so far removed
from my life that it also felt alien to me. I was back at the base within two
hours and I grabbed some breakfast at the commissary. I had just bitten into my
sausage and bacon sandwich when I remembered the call I had received the
previous night.
       I pulled my phone out and scrolled through the missed calls. The
number was unknown but I dialed it in anyway and waited for the line to
connect. A few seconds later, a throaty voice that sounded vaguely familiar
answered.
    “Hello?”
“Hello,” I replied. “This is Dylan.”
    “Dylan!” the voice cried.
“You didn’t pick up last night?”
    “Aunt Brenda?” I asked
beginning to place the voice.
       “Of course it’s Aunt Brenda,” she exclaimed. “Who else would it
be?” I could think of a few people but I bit my tongue, wondering why on earth
she had called me.
    “Did Tyler speak to you?”
she asked almost tearfully and I started to get a little nervous.
    “Talk to me about what?”
I asked cautiously.
    “Oh dear,” Brenda said
going quiet.
    “Aunt Brenda,” I said.
“What’s wrong?”
    “Oh, Dylan dear … I don’t
know how to tell you this … but it’s about your father …”
    “What about him? Is he
ok?” I asked as the panic started to rise.
    “I … I’m so sorry Dylan;
your father passed away yesterday morning.”
       I sat there, staring down at my bacon and sausage sandwich trying
to make sense of what Aunt Brenda had just told me. “What?” I asked stupidly.
    “Your father, Dylan …” Brenda
tried again. “He died last morning.”
    “I … that can’t be,” I
said slowly. “Dad’s fine; I spoke to him last week.”
    There was a pause on the
other line. “I know,” Brenda said slowly. “None of us expected it, Dylan. It
was a complete shock…”
    “Where’s mom?” I demanded
suddenly as the realization hit home.
    “She’s here, in the
house.”
    “Can you put her on the
phone?” I asked.
       I couldn’t seem to feel the grief. All I could feel was anger. I
wondered why Tyler hadn’t called me himself. Why was I hearing about dad’s
death from Aunt Brenda, of all people?
    “I’m sorry Dylan,” Brenda
replied. “Your mother … she’s not doing so well. She’s locked in her room and
she won’t come out.”
    “How long has she been in
there?”
    “Since it happened.”
    “Tell her it’s Dylan,” I
said with confidence. “Tell her that I want to speak to her.”
       Brenda sounded uncertain, but she didn’t argue with me. I heard a
shuffling and a few moments later I heard a distinctive knock. “Louisa,” I
heard her say. “Louisa, Dylan’s on the phone. He wants to speak to you.” I
could hear her answer back but I couldn’t make out the words.
    “I’m sorry, Dylan,”
Brenda said a moment later. “She’s just not up for talking to anyone.”
    “Ok,” I said trying to
calm myself down. “Ok.”
    “The funeral will be held
the day after tomorrow,” Brenda continued. “I know your mother wants you to be
there.”
    “Where’s Tyler?” I asked
abruptly.
    “He’s busy, preparing for
the funeral.”
    “All right,” I said.
“Thanks, Aunt Brenda.”
       I hung up before she could reply and then I dialed Tyler’s number.
He didn’t answer the first time, so I hung up and called him again. Finally, on
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