25. The New Treaty of Prospero
Mina
“No one can see her until she’s ready to play along.”
It took me the better part of an hour to communicate the importance of this to Ben.
“You expect her to pretend, after all of this, that she’s been herself the whole time and everything’s okay?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t have to say so alone. Kevin and Aldo tripled my voice.
Haley was half unconscious, half delirious, tossing and turning on the couch in Kevin’s pool house, the four of us kneeling around her, trying to guess how long ago she had known the names she kept calling out, how close she might be to putting her ransacked mind back in order.
“Whatever they chose her for, it’s over,” I explained.
“What do you mean, ‘whatever they chose her for’?” Ben repeated. “That thing tried to make Splinters o
