Chapter .10

By now John has learned to recognize those lines. Knows them regardless of the language or the form that they take. Knows them and is aggravated by them, finds them comforting and odd all at once. John asks him to stop once or twice (or twelve or nineteen) and doesn't appear to mind (not really, at least), when he does not. It seems that around John, the words – words of flashing eyes and floating hair - are always somewhere in the back of his mind, hovering near the page and dancing on the tip of his tongue.