Chapter 35
After a long day at the cubicle, I believe I deserve some time off. Clearly, I’m the only one who thinks this way.
On the Tube ride home, Rob holds me in front of his face, as if showing me off to the world. Performing on public transit is one of a Book’s most challenging environments. No matter how loudly and how well we tell our story, our Human is more focused on where they are than on what they’re reading.
But I have a captivated audience in Rob. On the few stops that move us from the writer’s cubicle to home, he consumes another of my chapters. Then an announcement interrupts the train, “Chalk Farm Station.” Rob stops mid-page, reinserts a marker into me and moves towards the door.
We get off at the designated stop and trail the herd of Humans up some stairs. They stan
