Chapter 9
My companion and I have been lying on the mantel for weeks, watching Katie. She’s taken up two hobbies: rearranging objects and looking out the window. Neither seems to bring her happiness.
On a rare phone call, she confirms that this afternoon is Book Club, and Rebecca’s surprise birthday party. I can think of a better surprise for that woman than a party.
Katie holds open her large bag and drops in her phone. She applies some lipstick, wraps a scarf around her neck before pulling on her coat, picks me up and adds me to the bag. “Why is she taking me?” I shout to Rebecca’s Book. “You’re the one she needs to return.” “Maybe she can’t tell us apart,” Rebecca’s Book says. “After all, we have the same title.”
But she chose me. She wrote notes in me. I carry her thoughts in my m
