It took three tries and two long pauses between those tries to get the goddamn sentence out of my mouth.
“Remember the music from that movie daddy…”
“Remember the music from that movie daddy would…”
“Remember the music from that movie daddy would…always whistle. Once Upon A Time In America with Noodles? With De Niro playing Noodles?”
My mom checked back into the old files in her mind and within a second, smiled in acknowledgment.
And after I almost cried three times, I smiled too.
It was a nice moment for us to share.
We watched Tarantino’s latest flick together tonight. The Hateful Eight. Ennio Morricone composed the music for it. And for the Once Upon. My dad would randomly whistle a song from that score while reading the New York Times. And then he’d look up from the paper and say to me, “Hey, Noodles!”
I wonder when I’ll stop being eviscerated by these memories.