Chapter 31
It was a cold night, so we’re all thankful when the Book Keeper returns to free us from our confinement.
Mr. Big reminds me that I’ve been here a whole month. “Nothing moves fast here,” he says. “Except postcards. Tourists love their postcards.”
This day is beautifully bright. More snow must have fallen in the night as it coats everything around us. The light plays with the white that covers the grass and the street. Prism-like colors bounce off the edges of the snow-covered benches. What was once mundane is now magical. The air is filled with freshness and a sense of hope is carried on a gentle but persistent breeze.
Lise arrives in an all-black wardrobe with a bright red scarf around her neck. She sets up her space quickly and efficiently, and settles into her chair. With
