Chapter 12
It’s been 17 days since Katie gave me away and Ziya abandoned me. Not that I’m counting. I’ve become used to the routine of the coffee shop, yet every time the door opens, I expect it to be Katie coming to take me home. And every time I’m disappointed. What’s that definition of insanity?
Brasilia and Call It Like You See It continue to squabble, however I’ve learned to stop listening. It’s the same argument each day, neither one budging. I’m glad I’m a work of fiction. No one can argue with my facts.
At 9 p.m. the front door is locked and the hissing of the machines dies down. When the Humans are gone, we Books open our covers and lift our pages, letting air into our spines. Books that are standing upright tilt in one direction, then the other, giving the feet of their pages
