“ | It always caught me off guard, just how frigging much I missed her, when I thought about her. I’d give anything for a thirty minute conversation with her, right this moment. I didn’t have the slightest doubt in my mind that she could have made sense of everything, put things into terms so simple that working it out looked easy. | ” |
Annette Rose Hebert was an English Professor at a college in Brockton Bay, the mother of Taylor Hebert.
Personality[]
Taylor describes her mother as "...a physical presence. All of her gentleness and warmth. Her silent, quiet disapproval. Her brilliance, which she couldn’t share with me right now."[3]
She was an introvert, just like her husband, Danny Hebert.[4]
Appearance[]
Annette was a tall, willowy woman with long, dark curly hair. She had a thin-lipped, wide, expressive mouth[5], which Taylor inherited.
History[]
Background[]
Annette was part of Lustrum's gang before it devolved into a violent mob.[6] She met her husband in college and had her daughter soon after.
Annette died in a car crash around a year before her daughter started high school.[7] It was later revealed that she was on her cell phone when the collision happened which led to an unofficial ban on cellphones in the Hebert household.
Legacy[]
Her gravestone is engraved with the epitaph[1]:
1969-2008
She taught something precious to each of us."
Chapter Appearances[]
References[]
- ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 Annette Rose Hebert
1969-2008
She taught something precious to each of us. - Excerpt from Imago 21.2 - ↑ Taylor took a stab at answering the question. “Taylor. Eighteen.”
“I would have been in college.”
“You were. She was. She met a magnificent dorky guy with a warm heart and an awful lot of passion. He worshiped her, and she… I think he gave her permission to do what she really wanted to do in life, at a time when her parents were being controlling. Her mother never really forgave my dad for luring you off the track she’d set for him, getting you pregnant with me so early in life.”
“And my dad?”
“Gramp liked him, but not enough to admit it to Gram.”
“Oh. My mother refused to let my children call her Gram.”
“I think my mom and dad encouraged it with me as a kind of subtle payback.” - Interlude: End - ↑ I could imagine her there. My mom, standing in front of me, a physical presence. All of her gentleness and warmth. Her silent, quiet disapproval. Her brilliance, which she couldn’t share with me right now. - Excerpt from Imago 21.2
- ↑ My parents were introverts, by and large, and their idea of an outing had been more along the lines of a trip down the Boardwalk, a visit to the Market or going to an art gallery or museum. - Excerpt from Plague 12.2
- ↑ Excerpt from Gestation 1.1
- ↑ Excerpt from Extinction 27.3
- ↑ Excerpt from Insinuation 2.4