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“Our Last Good Morning”
JEANNETTE PARCELL (mother): It was a normal day. I hassled the kids out of
bed, fixed breakfast. Jack was filming himself trying to eat Froot Loops off
his nose—he was always posting silly videos like that back then. Sara was
fixing the strings on her violin. We had bought her new strings that
weekend. Thirty dollars, for the good ones. Dave was reading the sports
section, complaining about the Orioles’ bullpen, I bet. Everyone in their
own world. I’m sure the four of us barely talked, but still—it was our last
good morning.
DAVE PARCELL (father): I had a pit in my stomach, for sure. When the kids
left for the bus, I tried not to make a big deal of it. But I gave Sara an extra
squeeze on the shoulder. I remember what I said: “Have a good day, SareBear.” She didn’t even blink.
I stood in the doorway, staring after them as they walked to the bus stop.
Jeannette saw me. I don’t know if she thought anything of it.
JACK PARCELL (brother): We didn’t take the same school bus—Sara’s went
to the high school—but we waited at the same corner with some other kids
from the neighborhood. When my bus came, she probably said, “Later,
dude,” and flicked my ear or something like that. I don’t remember.
We got along, even if I annoyed the hell out of her sometimes. She would
kick me out of her room when her friends came over, that’s for sure. I get it,
who wants to hang around with their little brother? Sara was five years
older, but she was still nice to me, always looked out for me. Especially
when our parents fought.
JEANNETTE PARCELL (mother): Dave and I, our marriage was . . . good. It
was fine. We just never had enough money, that was pretty much the
problem. We laughed a lot, but when you don’t have enough money, there’s
also a lot to fight about. I know that was hard for Dave. Maybe I could have
eased up on him a bit. But our water heater needed to be replaced, Jack
needed braces, Sara had outgrown her track shoes. I couldn’t pretend these
things weren’t real.
DAVE PARCELL (father): It had been a rough few years. I was bone-tired and
out of ideas. We owed a lot. The bank was coming after our house. I had
started doing this crazy thing, I would leave work on my lunch break, drive
home, check the mailbox for any new bills, and leave the rest of the mail for
Jeannette to grab later. I didn’t want her or the kids to see how bad it was.
I thought if we could just get a little breathing room to get back to even,
we’d be fine. But when you’ve got a music prodigy in the house, there’s a
sense of urgency, a timeline you don’t get to control. One missed
opportunity could change everything.
JEANNETTE PARCELL (mother): We’ll never know how far it could have
taken her, but she really was quite talented. It was always such a kick to me
—where did this come from? Dave and I wouldn’t have recognized Mozart
if he was our uncle.
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