How The Light Gets In: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel - Plot & Excerpts
“You sound like a schoolgirl,” said Ruth Zardo. “Are your feelings all hurt? I know what’ll help. Scotch?” “It’s ten in the morning.” “I was asking, not offering. Did you bring Scotch?” “Of course I didn’t.” “Well then, why’re you here?” Armand Gamache was trying to remember that himself. Ruth Zardo had the strange ability to muddle even the clearest goal. They sat in her kitchen, on white plastic preform chairs, at a white plastic table, all salvaged from a Dumpster. He’d been there before, including at the oddest dinner party he’d ever attended, where he’d been far from certain they’d all survive. But this morning, while maddening, was at least predictable. Anyone who placed himself within Ruth’s orbit, and certainly within her walls, and wasn’t prepared for dementia had only himself to blame. What often came as a surprise to people was that the dementia would be theirs, not Ruth’s. She remained sharp, if not clear. Rosa slept in her nest made from an old blanket, on the floor between Ruth and the warm oven.
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