Chapter 48

Mr. Carol( Eleanor's father).

Back in the day, Roosevelt used to be so friendly and funky. She'd smile across the streets with her full chunky gown and her blue beret. Her foot hose was made from acrylic yarn, judging from the way I saw them twenty years ago. 

She'd hop around the newspaper company every morning, distributing mail with her bicycle. "Hi Gerald," she always shouted whenever she saw me in the Shaums port office. She was beautiful and she knew so. We got married about two years after I met her and eventually gave birth after a very long time. 

She insisted we named her "Eleanor". Eleanor was everything to her. I flipped the picture of her and Eleanor as a baby back into the frame. With Serena dead, I had lost everything. I got mad at Roosevelt but she tried her best to be calm. When I heard about her accident and death, and signed those damn papers, I realized I had done the greatest sin that no on