He spoke of his relationship with this democratic river, which was mostly lazy and whispery, and rarely in an irritable mood. “About where the GW Bridge is, it is like an old man waking from a nap feeling his approach to the turbulent Atlantic, he takes on a youthful vigor.” “It’s almost poetry I hear,” said Aunt Kitty, looking towards the silver bridge. “Rather the stuff of a Barcarolle,” he laughed. He turned to her, becoming serious and almost in a whisper, he said quickly: “I need to talk to you and ask you to tell me everything you know about my father, and perhaps the easiest part, everything about him. my grandparents and your life in California. It frustrates me every time I bring up the issue. At first she holds back her tears. protective, inscrutable and silent I don't ask anymore, we are now constantly in a brighter place I love her, she loves me. We are close, but in many ways we are strangers. from her so that she could release these physical emotions that he knew she had difficulty hiding. He too had difficulty answering the next question. “If she asked you to remain silent, please violate that agreement for me. I learn things about her by chance. The first summer at Wilder, I learned that she was an extraordinary tennis player, a talented equestrian. On clear evenings, sitting under the sky, she points out the planets, stars and constellations. We have the same genes, because I too have this insatiable appetite for information. I too am curious about this universe. But I'm more focused on the need to know more about what and who inhabits my immediate world. I'm on a mission... middle of paper... surprise to me that she made a career out of it. Aunt Kitty paused and seemed to rummage through her mental files. "Your mother was very outgoing, she was curious about everything and was not afraid to have experiences considered forbidden for women. Do you know that your mother has or had a pilot's license? Neil was speechless. "She is pilot?" "She never told you? Why would it never come up in conversation?" she looked perplexed. "Well, she did, and she went through it. country to visit me several times. Well, I guess after your father died she got scared and of course she didn't want you to become an orphan. » They both fell silent. Finally, she laughed. She looked at Neil who was still sitting and leaning on her knees; she reached out and put her arms around him. "I hope it wasn't too disturbing for you..”