…ather, when he heard the news that the Titanic sunk, experienced his first belief in his own death. Once he got over how satisfying it felt to cough in his mother’s direction and say, “Sorry, mother, I coughed again like that time I coughed and saved your life. Remember how angry you were? Was it wicked of me, mother, saving your life?” did he shiver, realizing how close he’d come? Did he think, I was really trying not to cough. I was…
