The Marenghis cross the Mountains
The Marenghi family sticks together, through thick and thin. Always have, always will. That’s what my Ma says. It’s a bullshit saying. I remember our family used to be much larger when I was a kid; I had uncles, aunts, cousins and grammies and we all used to live together and travel together. Back on the coast we used to go fishing with Uncle Terrence.
The room is empty save for the table and the chair. And that woman again. “Hello, John. Welcome back.” John. That sounds wrong. John. My head is still ringing. How hard did I hit my head?