Chapter 39

Frankenstein, we call them Frankie, puts on their little boots and their little jacket. We go outside and the trees are too green for October. A gust up high makes the top of the trees dance hypnotically.

Joselyn is still here but she is different now. She looks off in the distance and stares more often than she did before Frankie was born.

Chapter 38

I went back to the cabin. As I approached it in the transference toward the evening when the sky was split blue and pink, I recognized it’s importance. Why no roads lead to this place.

One must be chosen. One must be led.

There are few sanctuaries left on Earth. Few solitudes. Ones that will endure forever, and those who take refuge in them survive through the ages of terror and excitement.

Chapter 37

Hans wasn’t the same after the funeral. He’d died too in some deep hidden place.

The past week I was gaining so much instruction on our walks but every morning he looked a little paler, a little weaker.

Hans drank wine every night and didn’t touch his food.