Oh, she worried about him all the time because he was a fireman—he’d been burned several times. And he had a bad cough. Some fires he put out released blankets of asbestos dust onto him. But she’d never worried about his hobby. His hobby was not dangerous, his work was. The hobby was a game. Like Clue, Martha’s favorite. But it should have ended. Life was divided into segments, after all. When you have a child, you see the segments clearly. Children finish with one and move into the next. Adults do the same thing. But Charlie’s life was just one big section that didn’t seem to have a finish. In fact, if anything, it had become more intense; Charlie himself had become more intense because of the Little Miss, who now had a name, and because of the arsonist, who now had a name as well—Louise’s murderer. Charlie was more bent than ever on finding his firebug, whom he no longer called the Arsonist. Now it was Louise’s Killer.
What do You think about Masters Of Illusions (2009)?
