“He did not have a drawer,” she replied.

“You have to read the book properly.”

I started the page again.

When the story was finished, she asked whether I would be in the house when she woke up.

I told her yes, kissed her forehead, and pulled the pink blanket over her shoulders.

She reached for my hand before I could switch off the lamp.

“Will you read the letter tonight?”

“I will read it when you are asleep.”