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“Do you think he can hear us crying?” Anthony asks. Anthony does not expect an answer, of course. Marcela’s eyes go from Anthony back to James.
“Does he understand that we’re by his side?” Anthony asks. Marcela’s attention returns to Anthony.
“Why are you so concerned?” Marcela asks. She knew that would hit his nerve. Her nerves were shot when she’d found out her husband had gotten into a car accident and gone into a coma. Anthony’s guilt-filled-eyes stare into Marcela’s eyes. Marcela stares right back into Anthony’s. What pains Marcela more is that Anthony isn’t the only one feeling guilty.
“Do you really care about James? Or do you just feel responsible?” Marcela asks coldly. Anthony clearly doesn’t want to answer this, so he looks back towards James. Marcela does the same, and then says to James:
“Let your conscious be your guide love, and please, come back to us…”
James chuckles but suddenly stops. He realizes it is the first time in a long time he has laughed. He cannot even remember the last time he chuckled, which saddens him. He shakes it off, opening the door, and walking through to…
…the Electric Castle Spirits, a tavern near the University of Michigan. The tavern was your typical bar filled with 20-somethings, letting loose after a day’s worth of classes, studying, and brainwashing.