They sat in silence, the sort of silence a hospital offers with the ever moving nurses and busy doctors, the incessant blips and beeps of machines, the expectancy of life and death that seems to come to one outside of any nameable sense, something in the air you can’t really smell, some chord you can’t really hear. In this way, in a thousand unaccountable sensations, Clarence knew the old man would soon speak, and he waited for what he had to say.
“Your parents—”
“Yes?” Clarence’s voice was louder than he’d meant it to be.
The silence answered him.
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