Chapter 9: In SummaryA squall pelted the windows like gun spray and startled us both.
“I hope our little visit unearthed some nicer memories. This house seems to have brought you a lot of misery,” I offered.
Albin shifted. “I can’t blame something with walls and a roof. The architects of my misery were two people in it. There were brief moments of childhood joy before I understood how my life would be. Many things became vivid again today. Those usually involve more than one sense, like my mother’s chicken pot pie. I could almost taste it in your kitchen. Or the sound of that step creaking. This house is one of the main characters of my very long movie.”
“I wish things had been different for you,” I said.
“When you’re old, Renata, you let go of the what-ifs. If this hadn’t happened, th
