“Justine, you’ve been living in this house for almost a hundred years.” It startled me, that so much time had passed. I had no clock, no calendar. I had not kept track of the passage of time. I did not age, and evidently I could not die. I knew many winters had come and gone, but . . . “I did not know,” I said, feeling for the first time a sense of desolation. Everything Justine Moritz had known was gone.
