I squatted so I was eye to eye with Jackie. “Please, Jackie. I can’t let it go. We’ll teach it to behave.” “What if it doesn’t want to behave?” “It will.” “That thing is not your son.” “I know.” I wasn’t crazy. Jackie was right though; I had no idea if the lung could be taught or tamed in any way. I didn’t even know how it had managed to escape my room.
Interesting that she doesn’t seem to harbor a hope that the lung is Santiago
