Chapter 508
Author: Pen thinker
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Raymond said, "What are you going to do instead?"

"I do not know," Sayle said. "That is why I am telling you now. So that somebody knows there has to be an instead."

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They left the city in the late afternoon and drove west, and the rain went off and the sun came out low over the flat country and got into the wet road, and Melissa sat in the passenger seat with her coat on her knees and her hair down and her eyes closed, and Raymond drove and did not turn on the radio and did not say anything
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  • Chapter 509

    He looked at it for a while.Then he folded it and put it in the fire."You'll want a new list," the old man said."No," Raymond said. "That one's done." He picked up his cup. "If there's another one to be made, somebody else can make it. I've been carrying lists in my head for eleven years and I have decided that I am going to put them down, one at a time, starting with that one, and that if the world wants a man with a list it is going to have to find one who has slept."The fire took the paper and the paper went up.Outside, the mill wheel sat black and still over the water, and the river made its noise the way it had made it for a thousand years, and the valley was quiet, and in a house on the north side of the city a record keeper closed a ledger on an entry that had never been written before and went home to sleep, and in a long white house on the edge of a mere a very old woman sat by a window and looked out at the water and did not send for anybody.It was, Raymond thought, as

  • Chapter 508

    Raymond said, "What are you going to do instead?""I do not know," Sayle said. "That is why I am telling you now. So that somebody knows there has to be an instead."---They left the city in the late afternoon and drove west, and the rain went off and the sun came out low over the flat country and got into the wet road, and Melissa sat in the passenger seat with her coat on her knees and her hair down and her eyes closed, and Raymond drove and did not turn on the radio and did not say anything, and they went through the flat country and the small towns and up into the hills with the light going gold and then red and then nothing."How much of it is over?" she said, at last."You are over," Raymond said. "The page is over. The dinners are over. Leonie Vasan is over. The ledger is a book about boxes and a record keeper is going to read thirty years of paper and Sayle is going to hold a room together for as long as he can. That is all over." He changed gear for the hill. "The rest of it

  • Chapter 507

    She came down the last step.She was wearing a dark coat that had been made for her a very long time ago and did not fit her now, and a hat, and gloves, and she had put her hair up, and she stood in the hall of the house she had run for forty years and she was a hundred and thirty-two years old and she was upright and she was in no hurry at all."Mr. Raymond," she said.He came out of the library."The page," she said."In my coat.""Keep it. Do not put it in a drawer and do not put it in a box and do not give it to a record keeper and do not bury it. Keep it on you, and if you have a safe place, keep it there, and if you do not have a safe place then find one, and do not tell me where it is and do not tell Sayle where it is." She pulled on one glove. "There is a great deal of the old families that is going to be asking for that page in the next twelve months. They will ask kindly and they will ask unkindly and they will ask with money and they will ask with a man in a doorway, and th

  • Chapter 506

    The quiet lasted a long time.That was the thing nobody in the room had expected and nobody afterward could describe properly, which was that the quiet was not an absence of noise. The house still creaked and the rain had started again on the tall windows and somewhere below them a door was being opened and closed by somebody who had not been told to be quiet, and the record keeper was breathing in a way that was audible because she had sat down hard on a chair that had not been offered to her. All of that was still happening. And underneath it there was a quiet, and the quiet was in the room the way water is in a glass.Sayle was the first to speak."The ledgers," he said."What about them?" Raymond said."They're heavy." He lifted a hand off the table and looked at it, and then he turned and went to the shelves and put his hand flat on the spine of the nearest ledger, the eleventh, the one that had been carried in from the room on the north side of the city and re-shelved, and he st

  • Chapter 505

    He put his hat on. "The page in the morning. Noon. I will be here."Then he went out.**The rest of them sat in the long room until the sky began to grey, and the record keeper went home in a car that Sayle called for, and Leonie Vasan was helped upstairs to a bed she had not slept in in forty years, and by four in the morning the house on the north side of the city was quiet and had the particular stillness that a house has when the thing that has been happening in it has stopped.Raymond and Melissa sat in the long room with the candles out and the fire down to its last and the tall windows going grey."You told me to look at you when it was over," he said."I did.""That was four days ago. It feels like a different life.""It was a different life," Melissa said. "I was a woman who had an uncle and a house and a name that was not in a page. That woman is not here any more and I am not going to pretend to be her just because it would be easier for you." She turned in her chair. "Yo

  • Chapter 504

    Leonie Vasan opened her eyes."Later," she said. "Give me a moment. I have just had sixty-two years and I am not going to spend the first minute of the rest of it talking."---They sat in the long room at two in the morning with every candle put out and the door to the corridor open and the lights on in the hall, and the record keeper made tea in the kitchen and brought it up on a tray, and there were six of them in the room and nobody was standing.Leonie Vasan sat in the deepest chair with her hands around a cup and her white hair down and her old face turned to the fire, and she talked for an hour. She talked about the house she had been born in and the spring of nineteen thirty-two and the woman with the blade, and about the sixty-two girls she had sent through spring dinners in sixty-two springs, and she did not once try to make any of it sound better than it was. She talked about what the page does to a name, which is that it holds it, and that a name that has been in the page

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