He glances around the room and his eyes light on the pile of charity-shop paperbacks on the rickety table. “What about those?”
I shake my head dismissively. “No room for them. I can’t keep books.”
I wonder whether he caught the note of sadness in my voice, because he immediately switches the suit to one hand and gathers the books up under his other arm. “There’s plenty of room in my house for books,” he says briskly and nods as if to emphasise his point. “There’s a couple of titles here that I fancy reading myself.”
Moisture pricks the back of my eyes. Who is this man?
“What I do recall is colored by what’s in the Book. Instead of memories, I have excerpts. It’s like looking at a photograph of a photograph. The framing is off. The colors are dulled. The image is slightly dark.”
I picked a random % and that was 17%.
On the verge of tearing out her hair, she made up her mind to leave. If you stay, you’re going to lose your mind. If you go, get away from the box, maybe you’ll be able to relax. Anyway, it’s daytime -plenty of sun left in the sky. With any luck, you won’t encounter any of those terrible things.