Chapter 36
There’s an odd comfort in the routine of my London life. Rob and Pippa seem to be at a standoff, speaking to each other, but saying nothing.
Over the past month, I’ve become accustomed to our morning commutes together from our Tube stop underground to Tottenham Court Road, then striding down the usual streets to the glass-fronted theatre building where we nest. It’s a pleasant life, working everyday, cheering him on, feeling needed. Yet, it’s lonelier than I expected. I thought I would be surrounded by companions, but none of the Books here want a new friend. They’re comfortable with their current circle of Books and don’t seem to have room for one more on the shelf. It’s a different form of social isolation than I experienced in Paris. I blamed that on my lack of French. This
