cion could re-ice it to rubble.

    My motaut smile and talked brigea. to  , empty c, produced to keep since at bay, silence in o reveal t so leave t t minor unexpected event gave  s read a book for fear of t find in it.

    Fated until Mot to make fresea before talk-g about Miss inter.

    ‘It’s not old  o trace ried  of information. No one kno fact about her.“

    ‘how curious.“

    ‘It’s as if ser s exist at all. As if sed  time as her book.“

    ‘e kno reveal someted.

    ‘Vida. From vita, Latin, meaning life. t oo.“

    Vide in Frency. t  ;e s’  it for o infer.

    ‘Quite.“  about inter?“

    inter. I looked out of tion. Beer’s g, dark brancretcection against te t did er mean to me? One th.

    t became necessary to say somet to burden tolerable er. Very spiky.”

    My motea, salked on, ig of life as t were seven acres.

    My attention el over t in t migive. A pograpen my motalks about putting it a. But my fato see it, and since o ure are a youtly ful eyes; t caneous smile, laug my father. She looks happy.

    tragedy alters everything.

    I o disappeared.

    I looked out into t t, my so t did s did stempts to persuade ourselves t t ?

    ARRIVALI left er day, and for miles my train ran . under a gauzy rains, and ted, as I traveled nort any moment I expected to  scattering of ?ops on t t come.

    At e, Miss inter’s driver, a dark-o talk. I  me free to study t unfolded as soon as  too London and, once or to librari