Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World (Aristotle and Dante, #2)

by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

DANTE COMES OVER IN THE afternoon. He tells me it looks like I’ve been crying. I tell him I’m tired. We escape to my room and we lie down on my bed and I fall asleep as he holds me. I keep repeating, My father is dead my father is dead my father is dead.

The calming feeling of embracing that special person.