Is Jack's Legs Owie?

Elizabeth has an unclassifiable thought, one that vacillates between the poles of good mother and bad mother. It takes her while to notice jack's legs have stopped working. She touches his knee with a trembling finger. Do they hurt? Jack looks down at them, dead, he says. Elizabeth is half way into the pantry, groping for a dusty bottle of cream liqueur before she can stop herself. I need you to send me the geopin. For long time, will is silent. The government collapses that week end. Her son criesi' so fucking sorry, elli, so fucking–sorry. i never left. Anyway, anything you need