‘Oskar. I’m a person, just like you. It’s just that I have … a very unusual illness.’ Oskar nodded. A thought wanted to get out. Something. A context. He didn’t catch hold of it. Dropped it. But then that other thought came out, the terrifying one. That Eli was just pretending. That there was an ancient person inside of her, watching him, who knew everything, and was smiling at him, smiling in secret.
