But when she mentioned Queenie's boarding house, and the old man in the rocking chair who had spelled Mississippi, his eyes filled with tears.
"No," Benjamin said. His voice was a raspy whisper. "I'm a boy." The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -2008- HDRi...
It was under the shadow of that backward clock—on the night of Armistice Day, 1918—that Benjamin Button was born. But when she mentioned Queenie's boarding house, and
Caroline, who had glimpsed the child only for a moment, died within the hour—not from birth, but from shock. Thomas, heartbroken and horrified, did what any man of his era might do: he wrapped the ancient infant in a shawl and carried him down the dark stairs of their Garden District mansion. He did not go to the hospital. He went to a boarding house on the fringe of the French Quarter, where a kind, exhausted woman named Queenie ran a home for the unwanted. "I'm a boy