“Let me decide that. I’m sure it can’t be that dangerous. It’s just a dictionary.”
He shakes his head. “How wrong you are. It’s more than a dictionary.”
“Then what is it, Putnam? Tell me. I’m man enough to know. We both have crossed so many lines already. I’m brave enough. Tell or show me another one of your secrets.”
And so he does.
He opens the dictionary and my eyes go wide and my mouth falls open. The dictionary is hollowed-out and he pulls removes a stack of eight-by-ten photographs. Some are in black-and-white. Most are in color. All are the same size. And all are of me: sleeping, eating, watching TV, dressing, showering, reading, cooking, cleaning, petting Mr. Gray, exercising, taking a bath, playing with Mr. Gray, brushing my teeth, washing clothes in the laundry room in the ba
