But everyone at school knew. They pitied me. I could see it in their eyes." "What did you do? How could you go on after something like that?" "I did what I had to. I survived. Just like I did when my mother died in the tub." He traced the scar on his face with a finger, the scar made by his mother's coat hook. "With one more scar to add to the collection." "That was you, too," she said. "Mary's boy."
