Chapter 27
Humans have no idea how lucky they are.
If I could walk like them, I’d be up, moving about, seeing the world. Tariq and Esmé spend all their day in bed. Being stuck lying on my back most of my life, and not by choice, I can confirm that horizontal is overrated.
Yet this morning, there is movement. They are both showering, having coffee and getting dressed. They actually look like they are going to leave the apartment. He’s been here three days and all he’s seen of Paris is the view from her apartment windows. Maybe he’s an uncurious traveler. Maybe he’s agoraphobic. Or maybe he’s in love.
Esmé opens her purse and drops in The Rules for French Living. They turn to the door, but she stops. She must have left her keys. But no. She picks me up and hands me to him.
“Here is the
