Chapter 30
Days of Lise-gazing pass, and our Book Keeper is no closer to doing anything about his proximity to his ex-wife. Why are Humans so happy to stay unhappy?
I’ve become used to the routine, being shut away at night, waking to the creak of a hinge to let the day reach inside. Yet this morning feels different somehow. The sky is low and gray. It feels like we are covered by an old wool blanket. The temperature has dropped dramatically. I can feel it in my fibers.
Then something amazing happens. It starts with one, then two, then a few flakes of snow, finding their own paths in the air, rather than falling straight like rain. These delicate pieces of nature cover the grass and the sidewalk, leaving a layer of white undisturbed on the benches. It’s so beautiful.
When I describe sno
