Chapter 18
I wake up, confused by my surroundings. It’s still dark out, but a crack of light is visible in the sky. Then Esmé appears and I remember, I’m in Paris. I made it. In a fog of tiredness, I watch her make a coffee and settle herself into a corner of the beige sofa. She picks up her phone, staring at it with the same affection that all Humans show for these devices. Her eyes are transfixed. She begins to double-thumb the screen. A ding is followed shortly by a three-note tone. She smiles and answers the incoming call.
“Allo,” she says.
Something resembling a voice vibrates from her phone.
“Yes, but I have such tired when I arrived. Now it is too early to be awake, but I am,” she says.
“Who is she talking to at this hour?” Dictionary groans.
“Probably her boyfriend,” I say.
