The Colors Of Madeleine 01: Corner Of White - Plot & Excerpts
On the stillest nights, you could hear the clock tower from all the way out on the Baranski Farm. Or maybe he was imagining that. Either way, it was midnight now, and Elliot’s eyelashes kept lowering. He shook himself hard and looked at the Butterfly Child again. Remarkably, she was awake. But she was sitting on the edge of her bed, poised as if she might, at any moment, curl herself back under the covers. Ever since Corrie-Lynn had left, Elliot had been trying to figure it out. The Butterfly Child was not helping. He’d been talking, talking, talking. Making suggestions, asking questions, even drawing notes and pictures on paper, for hours. And all she’d done was sit and stare, now and then taking a nap. “How do I listen to you? Is there a code or something I’m missing? A way you move your arms or legs? Can you nod if I’m getting close?” Ah, he’d already said all of this.
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