“I have written all of them’ She shows me her work, while I look down in wonder. ‘These pages, by the beginning letter of the surname.’ She turns to a page with R, which is a letter I know, there at the top, she reads off, ‘Amalee August Rain.’ I sit down beside her and she gives it over to me, an I turn through all the pages. ‘I’ll be,’ I whisper. ‘A book of lost friends.”
