Beckett stays standing on his chair too, and then Charlie snuffs his cigarette on a dish. His opening remark almost never changes. He will say, I invoke the right to pass. Careened back on his chair, he kicks his feet up on his plate. Clattering silverware and cranberries. And loudly, he says, “Love.” I freeze, eyes burning. I can’t. Charlie tilts his head to me. “To love is to reach true fulfillment.”
Cobalt sibling moments, more specifically, this moment, were a literal candle in the wind that was this book.
