None of those things were happening to them now. Whether it was out of fear, caution or I don’t know what, more likely simply out of an impulse of curiosity, I had hidden them, I had to know everything about them, about the person who had written them. That’s what was moving me to try to find out so many things. It was the fact that it was hidden that led me to delve deeper and deeper into the subject.
And now something else was happening, it was all too much. I had to stop the car, it had been making a little noise for a while now. I hadn’t paid much attention to it, but it was no longer just a noise, I could see smoke rising out from under the hood now.
I pulled in close to the ditch and stopped as safely as I could, because the road was very narrow, but I couldn’t continue with the ca
