Clark rose unsteadily from the armchair. They stared at him as he made his way to the museum’s first display case.
“Is his mother still alive?” Clark was looking at Elizabeth’s passport, at its photograph from the inconceivable past.
Saturday, March 7, 2020
the last book I ever read (Station Eleven: A Novel by Emily St. John Mandel, excerpt eleven)
Clark rose unsteadily from the armchair. They stared at him as he made his way to the museum’s first display case.
“Is his mother still alive?” Clark was looking at Elizabeth’s passport, at its photograph from the inconceivable past.
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