“look, mother, alan has brought you a flower.”
cora turned slowly from the rail of the ship.
behind her the moon was rising over the placid sea.
alan thrust the flower at her.
cora took the flower. “why, thank you, alan, that is very thoughtful of you.”
alan swallowed hard. “does this mean - does this mean that you forgive me?”
“of course not, alan. you know that i can never forgive you. have i not told you so repeatedly? can i make myself any clearer?”
“but i thought… i thought that with time…”
“i am sorry but neither time nor anything else can never efface your beastly and unspeakable behavior. there can be no forgiveness for the likes of you, now or ever.”
alan hung his head.
“go away, alan. and please do not bother me again, or bring me any more flowers.”
cora turned away and began contemplating the ocean .
with a sigh, alan turned and headed for the main cabin and the saloon bar.
before entering the cabin, he looked back at cora. she was chatting with her daughter.
her hands were empty. she had obviously thrown the flower over the rail.
the moonlight played softly on the steady wake of the ship.
alan went into the saloon and ordered a martini.
he got into a conversation with a man from iowa.
but after a desultory conversation about the folly of raising the minimum wage, and a slightly livelier discussion about the chances of the minnesota vikings in the upcoming nfl season, they both fell silent.
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