@tommywllliams asked: ‘ i wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, or anything, but the door was wide open. ‘
‘ No, no, that’s alright Tommy. Sorry for the, uh — ‘
Evan wasn’t sure how to finish his sentence. He was, and would be, standing in the evidence of his incapability for a long time to come, and the embarrassment over that was a shock to Evan’s system. Tommy had caught him in a rare moment when Evan’s confidence was low and hope even lower, as he’d been dealt one dead end after another when it came to the mysterious medical clinic his sister had been sent to. Really, had it not been for his father’s records, Evan wouldn’t have believed his own childhood memories of her. She was a ghost and could easily be manipulated into a figment of his young imagination, of a boy looking to find companionship so he made up not only an invisible friend, but an invisible sister.
Normally the young man would have whisked himself off to some church and tried to find answers through God, telling himself that dead ends were just a good a sign as answers, but who was he kidding. The days of blind faith were long behind him and Hawkins continued to provide the real-world evidence that perhaps God had given up, or that He wasn’t as pure and kind as the churchgoers in South Carolina made Him out to be.
‘ Would you like some tea ? ‘ he asked, awkwardly trying to side-step the obviousness of his difficulties. Evan had been talking aloud about his frustrations, not hiding them as he believed there was no one around to hide them from. There were papers strewn, a sweater and jacket hanging forgotten on the back of a chair, mixed with the look of utter surrender to the reality that Evan’s big, noble hopes here in Hawkins might be dashed for good.
