Chapter Thirty-Nine
The first three nights after Kali and Theo left, the silent apartment pressed in on Lincoln. He'd open the window, aching for the sounds of the neighbourhood to pierce through, but, despite the shouts of children playing, cars revving, and mothers hollering, the silence lingered. On the fourth night he stayed in the woods. The silence there less hostile. He worked until his muscles ached. Day after day, after day. He constructed sheaves. Hammered and cut and hauled. Came up with the idea of a dumbwaiter, not only to lift items from the ground, but to use once the multiple floors were built. He considered the idea of a turret, reaching above the highest branches, to survey the land as far as his eyes could see. He decided on rain gutters made of cut copper pipes that he
