one son. He hadsomething like seven or eight kids, maybe more. He had never been one to refuse paternity. The scene with the Cuban girl had little to do with this aspect of his life. It sprang from Lucâs own dark fears.
Lanctôt was a man of dreams, in fathering children as in all else. Even now, after all the years, all the failures, he clung to his ideals. Luc admired him for it. So, paradoxically, did Hannah. It took faith and stubbornness after all that had happened. The novel was set in 1995, during the second referendum on Quebec independence, when the province had failed, yet again, to reach nationhood. That autumn, in the bitter wake of that defeat, Luc had lapsed into depression. His sleep had turned fitful. He had spent mornings in bed, unable to get up. He probably should have seen a doctor, but heâd chosen not to. Instead, he spent an apathetic year doing nothing. And when the year was up, he began writing Dreamer.
The phone rang. Hannah stood up, startled. She ran back to the kitchen and located her motherâs cordless phone.
âHello?â
âHannah?â It took her a moment to recognize Lucâs voice. âHannah?â
âOh,â she said, âitâs you.â She saw herself reflected in the dark panes of her fatherâs liquor cabinet. A thin little person, thin and tired.
âSomethingâs happened.â
There was a pause, the pause of a man steeling himself to deliver bad news. And then it came spilling out: the gun, the meeting in Principal Bonnaireâs office, the suspension.
She closed her eyes.
âHannah?â
A gun.
âAre you there?â
The thin little person in the panes of the liquor cabinet had a hand cupped over her mouth.
âYou have nothing to say?â His voice was low, clipped. A dangerous sign. She pictured his forehead, the line between his eyebrows deepening till it turned black, the same way her fatherâs did.
âNo one was hurt?â
âNo. The thing was in his knapsack, in bubble wrap. He says he bought it this morning before school. In a pawnshop on Sainte-Catherine Street. The school is checking the story. Why would a pawnshop be open at eight in the morning?â He sighed. âThere werenât any bullets.â
Hannah exhaled.
âHannah?â
âThatâs good.â
âGood?â
âNo bullets.â
There was another pause. Hannah wasnât sure what Luc was doing on the other end. She couldnât even hear his breath. Was his hand over the receiver?
âChrist, Hannah!â The shout was so sudden she almost dropped the phone. âHe brought a gun to school! A gun! They had to call in the police. If heâd been anyoneâs son but mine, heâd be in jail right now. The detective couldnât have been clearer. Itâs a crime. There is nothing good about this, Hannah. Are we clear on that? Nothing good at all.â
âLucââ
âDonât make excuses for him.â
She wasnât making excuses, not that she would say so now. The little person in the glass had her mouth closed in a flat, determined line.
âThere is no good here, Hannah. Not even a drop.â
She wasnât about to argue. There was a long silence before Luc started talking again, his voice a little calmer.
He told her Hugo was home for the week. There was a ban on video games. And television. Hugo could do homework, play music, read. He was allowed outside for two hours a day. And if he did go out, Luc had to know where he was going and with whom. Evenings were to be spent in his room. Meanwhile, Monsieur Bonnaire was making arrangements at the school for a disciplinary hearing.
âYou will be there,â he said.
âOf course I will.â Did he honestly think she might decide to miss it?
âWhen are you coming home?â He sounded suddenly like a child. The anger was spent and now need was calling out. The need for
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