Chapter 53
They pick up their coats from the second and superfluous bed, and Samantha throws her purse over her shoulder. She walks to the mirror and smooths her already-smooth hair.
“I guess we should take the book,” David says.
“It’s why we’re here,” Samantha says.
We ride the elevator, silently, observing the tacit rule that Humans in enclosed spaces are not allowed to speak. Exiting through the front doors, we step into an early fall evening. David signals a waiting cab driver and we get in. “The Bistro please,” he says. Samantha’s hands rest quietly on my cover. David puts his right arm around her. We make a happy family.
I glimpse the town passing. Two and three-story buildings frame the streets until trees take over the view. And in minutes we’re climbing out of the cab and wal
