FORGOTTEN IDENTITY
Hope found out about the second book through the inevitable, slightly unsettling mechanism of simply being aware of things that were happening in her household before they were formally communicated.
"You're writing another book," she said, on a Monday morning, with the factual certainty of someone confirming rather than asking.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"You've been in the notebook differently," she said. "Less exploring, more building. It has a different quality."
I looked at her, this thirteen-year-old who could read the quality of her mother's relationship with a notebook.
"Yes," I said. "I'm starting another book."
"About what?" she asked, with the genuine, focused curiosity she brou
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