“You can see,” he told me, struggling now to suppress disgust with the futility of everything, “how good at doing this you get,” and resumed the rewrapping, which, like the healing, appeared destined to go on in our bedroom forever.
Sometimes you are surprised at what do you wind up experiencing in a book. Since this book is speculation about what would’ve happened if a presidential Contest went a different way than it did historically, you are prepared for some surprises. But the experience of a pre-teenage boy dealing with his uncle coming back from the war with a amputated leg is unexpected. But it is a learning experience in how to think about things that I have never experienced.
