5/21/2023 0 Comments Katrina leno horrid![]() ![]() They’d made it to Maine about thirty minutes ago but the rain had driven them off the highway and into this town with the strange name-Kennebunkport-and Ruth had pulled over and idled on the side of the road until Jane searched bookstore on her phone and found this one. Outside, the rain pelted down angrily, it sounded like muffled gunshots on the roof of the bookstore, but inside, inside, surrounded by books, surrounded by the smell of them, she felt calm and tranquil, momentarily at ease, like the past five weeks had never happened. Had the smell of books calmed her down then, as it did now? She must have been a baby, a toddler, ripping pages out of a picture book about a talking stuffed animal. What it had tasted like, how it had felt-the scratch of it as it slid down her throat. She couldn’t remember the first book she had eaten. ![]()
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