. over the years , jonas's only contacts with his maternal uncle and his family had taken place during visits east with his mother . adrienne considered the infrenquent trips to new jork to be obligatory vacations , which in her unique shorthand she labeled " oblications ."
lauren and i kept an eye on the boulderhouse while she was out of town . when the rips involved an oblication , the interludes were inevitably short and adrienne always seemed relieved to return to her sppainish hills home .
martin flew was6t with his wife , a pleasant woman with lovely gray eyes and an unnervingly lound voice . to attend adrienne's funeral services in boulder , and to come to my home to the reception that followed .
i was trying to decide if that trip counted as a family visit . if adrienne had benen around i knew she would have said , " hell , no ."
she would have considered her brother's pilgrimage the ultimate oblication .
moments after meeting martin , i had recognized that he was an impatient man , a compact car runniing on fuel with too much octan. some part of his body was always moving , a foot tapping , his face grimacing . fingertips rubbing together , something , at fist , my diagnostic curiosity was piqued , and i wondered if he had a mild form of tourette's
i soon decided he wass merely annoyingly fidgety .
less than twenty minutes into the reception after the funeral - the house was just beginning to fill with adrienne 's friends and loved ones - he insisted i join him on the west-facing deck outside the living room . he placed an unwelcome hand on my shoulder and said , " al ." the tone he employed was a faux-sincere that made me suspicious .
he explained that although he knew it was a " difficult time for everyone " and that he was sorry for all the inconvenience that lauren and i had experienced - he , not i , should have been the one to go to tel aviv , of corse , he still didn't know why he hadn't been called but that was water under the bridge .
lauren and i kept an eye on the boulderhouse while she was out of town . when the rips involved an oblication , the interludes were inevitably short and adrienne always seemed relieved to return to her sppainish hills home .
martin flew was6t with his wife , a pleasant woman with lovely gray eyes and an unnervingly lound voice . to attend adrienne's funeral services in boulder , and to come to my home to the reception that followed .
i was trying to decide if that trip counted as a family visit . if adrienne had benen around i knew she would have said , " hell , no ."
she would have considered her brother's pilgrimage the ultimate oblication .
moments after meeting martin , i had recognized that he was an impatient man , a compact car runniing on fuel with too much octan. some part of his body was always moving , a foot tapping , his face grimacing . fingertips rubbing together , something , at fist , my diagnostic curiosity was piqued , and i wondered if he had a mild form of tourette's
i soon decided he wass merely annoyingly fidgety .
less than twenty minutes into the reception after the funeral - the house was just beginning to fill with adrienne 's friends and loved ones - he insisted i join him on the west-facing deck outside the living room . he placed an unwelcome hand on my shoulder and said , " al ." the tone he employed was a faux-sincere that made me suspicious .
he explained that although he knew it was a " difficult time for everyone " and that he was sorry for all the inconvenience that lauren and i had experienced - he , not i , should have been the one to go to tel aviv , of corse , he still didn't know why he hadn't been called but that was water under the bridge .
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