Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
front of him. He shrugged. Maybe the hearing aids didn't work anymore, or maybe the batteries had died of old age, or maybe he'd gone completely deaf since he turned them off, which was possible. We looked at each other.
Then, out of nowhere, a flock of birds flew by the window, extremely fast and incredibly close. Maybe twenty of them. Maybe more. But they also seemed like just one bird, because somehow they all knew
exactly what to do. Mr. Black grabbed at his ears and made a bunch of weird sounds. He started crying—not out of happiness, I could tell, but not out of sadness, either.
“Are you OK?” I whispered.
The sound of my voice made him cry more, and he nodded his head yes.
I asked him if he wanted me to make some more noise.
He nodded yes, which shook more tears down his cheeks.
I went to the bed and rattled it, so that a bunch of the pins and paper clips fell off.
He cried more tears.
“Do you want me to turn them off?” I asked, but he wasn't paying attention to me anymore. He was walking around the room, sticking his ears up to anything that made any noise, including very quiet things, like pipes.
I wanted to stay there watching him hear the world, but it was getting late, and I had a Hamlet rehearsal at 4:30, and it was an extremely important rehearsal, because it was the first one with lighting effects. I told Mr. Black that I would pick him up the next Saturday at 7:00, and we would start then. I told him, “I'm not even through with the A's.” He said, “OK,” and the sound of his own voice made him cry the most.
Message three. 9:31 A.M. Hello? Hello? Hello?
When Mom tucked me in that night, she could tell that something was on my mind, and asked if I wanted to talk. I did, but not to her, so I said, “No offense, but no.” “Are you sure?” “Tresfatigué,” I said, waving my hand. “Do you want me to read something to you?” “It's OK.” “We could go through the New York Times for mistakes?” “No, thank you.” “All right,” she said, “all right.” She gave me a kiss and turned off the light, and then, as she was about to go, I said, “Mom?” and she said, “Yes?” and I said, “Do you promise not to bury me when I die?”
She came back over and put her hand on my cheek and said, “You're not going to die.” I told her, “I am.” She said, “You're not going to die any time soon. You have a long, long life ahead of you.” I told her, “As you know, I'm extremely brave, but I can't spend eternity in a small underground place. I just can't. Do you love me?” “Of course I love you.” “Then put me in one of those mausoleum-thingies.” “A mausoleum?” “Like I read about.” “Do we have to talk about this?” “Yes.” “Now?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because what if I die tomorrow?” “You're not going to die tomorrow.” “Dad didn't think he was going to die the next day.” “That's not going to happen to you.” “It wasn't going to happen to him.” “Oskar.” “I'm sorry, but I just can't be buried.” “Don't you want to be with Dad and me?” “Dad isn't even there!” “Excuse me?” “His body was destroyed.” “Don't talk like that.” “Talk like what? It's the truth. I don't understand why everyone pretends he's there.” “Take it easy, Oskar.” “It's just an empty box.” “It's more than an empty box.” “Why would I want to spend eternity next to an empty box?”
Mom said, “His spirit is there,” and that made me really angry. I told her, “Dad didn't have a spirit! He had cells!” “His memory is there.” “His memory is here,” I said, pointing at my head. “Dad had a spirit,” she said, like she was rewinding a bit in our conversation. I told her, “He had cells, and now they're on rooftops, and in the river, and in the lungs of millions of people around New York, who breathe him every time they speak!” “You shouldn't say things like that.” “But it's the truth! Why can't I say the truth!” “You're getting out of control.” “Just because Dad died, it doesn't mean you can be illogical, Mom.” “Yes it does.” “No it doesn't.” “Get a hold of yourself, Oskar.” “Fuck you!” “Excuse me!” “Sorry. I mean, screw you.” “You need a time-out!” “I need a mausoleum!” “Oskar!” “Don't lie to me!” “Who's lying?” “Where were you!” “Where was I when?” “That day!” “What day?” “The day!” “What do you mean?” “Where were
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