JUDE
"You promised to take care of her," I stand up, lips pursed, gripping my phone. "You sent her in a fucking hospice! Do you understand what you are doing?"
"Well, hello to you, son. Glad to see that you are still alive and not already swallowed up by the city. I hear it's pretty rough up there. Is it true?"
I hate the condescending tone. The way he is talking is as if this is a joke, and I am amusing him. As if I am throwing a tantrum just by asking about grandma's well-being.
"Just answer me, Father! We had a deal."
"Yes, we did. But then it turned out to be a very expensive deal, and I don't know if I can manage it all on my own."
"She is your mother!" I shout as I start pacing. "How can you be so cold, so … heartless?"
"I am not heartless. Business hasn't been doing well, son."
"We both know you swim in money. You can stop working today, and you won't suffer for a lifetime. So what is it that you want, really? What do you want from me?"
