Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman Read Online (FREE)
We stood there for a few seconds where my father and I had spoken of Oliver once. Now he and I were speaking of my father. Tomorrow, I’ll think back on this moment and let the ghosts of their absence maunder in the twilit hour of the day.
“I know he would have wanted something like this to happen, especially on such a gorgeous summer day.”
“I am sure he would have. Where did you bury the rest of his ashes?” he asked.
“Oh, all over. In the Hudson, the Aegean, the Dead Sea. But this is where I come to be with him.”
He said nothing. There was nothing to say.
“Come, I’ll take you to San Giacomo before you change your mind,” I finally said. “There is still time before lunch. Remember the way?”
“I remember the way.”
“You remember the way,” I echoed.
He looked at me and smiled. It cheered me. Perhaps because I knew he was taunting me.
Twenty years was yesterday, and yesterday was just earlier this morning, and morning seemed light-years away.
“I’m like you,” he said. “I remember everything.”
I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.