Chapter 9Lina
Emery didn’t answer, so Lina kept walking. Nobody else was in the streets, which seemed peculiar, as it was in the middle of the day and fine weather. Instead, more of those strange automobiles whizzed by, driving faster than any Lina had previously seen. They seemed big enough to hold entire families, yet in most of them the only occupant was the driver. Where was everyone?
They came upon an intersection that Lina had encountered hundreds of times on her evening strolls with Fridolin. Yet it looked nothing like what she remembered. Not one house was the same. Even the trees in the front yards looked different. Lina turned toward Emery.
“Which way now? Since you’re paying, it seems only fair that you decide where we’re going.” That, and the fact that probably every single
