of  yourself.  are your favorite books?  do you dream about? hom do you love?“

    On tant I oo affronted to reply.

    ‘ell, anso ranger living under my roof? A stranger  is not reasonable. tell me ts?“

    Governed by sometronger than reason, I rose from my chair.

    ‘ever are you doing? !“

    I took one step after anotrying not to run, conscious of t rapping out on to me in a voice t contained an edge of panic.

    ‘Come back!“ so tell you a story—a marvelous story!“

    I did not stop.

    ‘Once upon a time ted house—“

    I reache handle.

    ‘Once upon a time there was a library—“

    I opened t to step into its emptiness opped me in my tracks.

    ‘Once upon a time twins—“

    I ed until topped te  rose, trembling, to ted face.

    tentatively I took a step back into t t, turned.

    I unned. t as glass and as real, looked to me  I simply stared back. t you please sit do Vida inter’s.

    Drarol, I moved to down.

    ‘I’m not making any promises,“ I said wearily.

    ‘I’m not in a position to exact any,“ came the answer in a small ice.

    truce.

    “ime she answered.

    ‘Because of your  siblings.“

    ‘And ell me truth?“

    ‘I ell you truth.“

    t I remor t determined t to tell me trut doubt it. So tell. Pered to tell. Only s quite believe t sy  its  as clearly as I did.

    And so I made a suggestion. “I  are a matter of public record. o c you tell me. If I find you old me trut t the co