“Son, dad and I wanted to talk to you.

Despite his even, even affectionate tone, Louis knew that this conversation did not bode well for him. The fork of stewed mushrooms hung halfway to her mouth. Mom cooks delicious, yes ...

“Ma, maybe we won’t?” I'll just promise not to kill myself again, and you promise not to put me in hospitals where you think they treat me?

— Is it that simple?

“No, not just… but I don't know what else to say.

Lou sighed. He guessed that a visit to the family nest would not do without a good soul-saving conversation, and certainly - at dinner. God, he's...