He turned a page in his book, and chuckled. Dave Barry never failed to cheer him up.
“What are you laughing at?” Polina asked. Her voice had changed as well as the days went by, becoming higher and clearer, the rasp of the Grandmother left behind.
“A humorist. A man who tells funny stories. His name is Dave Barry, and he points out how ridiculous people are.”
“In what way?” Polina asked, interested.
Bill quickly leafed through the book. Much of the humor was topical, and involved concepts that Polina would not understand, unfamiliar as she was to modern technology. He grinned as he found one of his favorites and read it to her.
The story of the beach crew who had decided to blow up a dead whale with dynamite had her smiling in a few minutes. By the time he came to the end, she had sli
