jeudi 6 novembre 2014

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

“Come on, Christopher, touch my hand. Come on now. Stop screaming. Touch my hand. Listen to me, Christopher. You can do it.” And after a while I stopped screaming and I held up my left hand and spread my fingers out in a fan and we made our fingers and thumbs touch each other and Mother said, “It’s OK, Christopher. It’s OK. There aren’t any sharks in Cornwall,” and then I felt better.