Immediately, he felt blinded by the light, like someone was pricking pins into his eyes. But he was determined to make it to the library where Sarah was waiting. The closer he stepped the more he could hear her voice, the worry that he should have been there by now. She was patiently refuting Hempel’s bizarre claims. Yes, she saw James drink water and soda and wine. He doesn’t like beer. Yes, she saw him eat. She cooked for him almost every day. What did he like to eat? He liked whatever she cooked. Yes, he’ll be back any moment. He went to the dining hall to get something to eat. No, you don’t need to look for him.
Using his stubborn will as a crutch, despite the sharpness behind his unseeing eyes, he walked down the bike path. One foot in front of the other, he kept saying to himself, j
