“Why won’t this rat talk to me?” I whined, much to my own chagrin. “You told me to stare at her until she began talking and that she would eventually. So, what’s the deal?”
Do you hear yourself? the annoying voice asked me, the one I was about ready to dig out of my head.
“Maybe it speaks a different language,” Gisele suggested as she flipped through one of her many dusty old books. She always seemed to be searching through some ancient book. I wondered what she could possibly be reading that was so interesting.
“What do you seek in all of those books?” I finally asked, taking my attention away from the obstinate rat that refused to talk to me. Dumb rat.
Gisele briefly glanced up before returning to her task.
“Is it something I could help with? I could flip through books, too. I m
