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- Title: Cazals, N.; Gonzalez Urquijo, J. y Terradas, X (Eds.) (2007): Frontieres Naturelles Et Frontieres Culturelles Dans Les Pyrenees Prehistoriques. Fronteras Naturales y Fronteras Culturales en Los Pirineos Prehistoricos
- Author : New Orleans Review
- Release Date : January 01, 2008
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Brian's ghost is standing next to the crib when I go in to get Lucy for her 3am feeding. She's screaming, and in the glow of the hallway light I can see the arch of her back, the way her tiny fists beat the air as she bellows out her rage. Brian's ghost is motionless except for his eyes, which track Lucy's every movement. I pick Lucy up, one hand supporting her head, downy and fitting perfectly into my palm, ridiculous on her flimsy chicken neck, and one hand and arm sliding under her body to feel the amazing solidity of this creature that I somehow helped create. Brian's ghost watches as I jiggle her into position next to my body, a motion that has become so habitual that it is easy to forget how foreign it felt the first time I held her. I know that Brian's ghost will not follow me into the hallway, or into the bedroom where Pepper and her massively milk-engorged breasts wait to receive our spawn. Brian's ghost will wait, motionless, until Lucy is returned to his gaze. The stillness of Brian's ghost used to bother me, because when he was alive Brian could never stay in one spot. I have become too used to his ghost, however, and sometimes I have to forcibly remind myself of what he used to be like. When we were kids I used to get up a half hour early so that I could eat breakfast before him, because he used to tap his fingers on the table, stomp his feet, and swivel his shoulders to a tribal beat that only he could hear in some attempt to serenade his oatmeal. It would've been understandable if Brian had been a musician, but he lacked any type of rhythm, as was finally proved in high school when he attempted to learn the drums.
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