"What is he, then?"
"Hades?"
I didn't know what to say.
My mother was looking at me, her eyes on me.
"What did you exactly ask him?"
I shrugged, "Just what he is"
My mother's brows creased, "And?"
I shrugged again.
"Stop raising those shoulders and elaborate".
I didn't know how to.
Before my head could even fathom the very little information he had managed to lend, I had stopped asking questions.
Because he was gone.
"Can I see him?"
I looked at my mother who was hoping she could get the chance to understand him.
When I couldn't myself?
"Mom...this is not right....I haven't even informed him about you yet. Isn't that wrong?"
She smacked her lips in frustration, "Well, he is not even talking to you about important matters. How are you going to love each other if this is the
