Then I stopped crying. I stopped feeling sad and began to feel angry.
‘Why did it happen to him?’ I asked my mother. ‘Why do the best people die? Jake Rosso, my father.’
‘I… I don’t know, Carol,’ my mother said. She was unhappy too.
At the time of the plane crash, I was a student at college. I enjoyed the work and college life very much, but after my father’s death I stopped doing my work at the college. I began to go out with some new friends. They were different from my other friends, and my mother didn’t like them.
‘They’re bad people, Carol,’ she told me. ‘They do dangerous things.’
‘They’re exciting,’ I said. ‘And I like them.’
