Then she looked up at Brendon. But go on. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. Jonathan smiled contemptuously. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. There is light enough from the sun,’ she said, relieved. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Get it off your soul. This child at once alarmed and thrilled them.
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