A few days later, Emma and I are still thick as thieves as we talk animatedly in my room. We spend much of the day together when I am not busy self-studying or walking in a straight line with a saucer placed atop my head. Ever since the entire Sunset Palace debacle, I've been trapped indoors or within the Rose Garden and Finn has been downgraded from fox to lapdog as he goes to the library on my behalf.
He always gives me a meaningful look at the titles I request from him, but he is smart enough not to ask why a five-year-old kid is reading a philosophical theory book that almost reaches my hip if I prop it up on the floor. For the most part, Marie leaves me alone too, but I can tell she is happy I have someone around my age to talk to and don't bury my nose in books as often as I used to.
