They looked at each other and laughed because they both knew he would buy the book for her. He had always been the sort of man who believed that books were as important as food when it came to nourishing a person. It might have been the last belief he managed to hold on to, one he refused to give up. He had taught her that the ancient myths grasped best the emotions inside everyone, the fear of being abandoned, of letting evil into the world, of wanting to go so high you would fly too close to the sun.
