“It is at any rate a pleasure to meet such ontologically improbable creatures.”
I shook his swollen hand, and then he shook hands with Augustus.
I was wondering what ontologically meant. Regardless, I liked it.
Augustus and I were together in the Improbable Creatures Club: us and duck-billed platypuses.
Of course, I had hoped that Peter Van Houten would be sane, but the world is not a wish-granting factory.
The important thing was that the door was open and I was crossing the threshold
to learn what happens after the end of An Imperial Affliction. That was enough.
We followed him and Lidewij inside, past a huge oak dining room table with only two chairs, into a creepily sterile living room.
It looked like a museum, except there was no art on the empty white walls.
Aside from one couch and one lounge chair, both a mix of steel and black leather, the room seemed empty.
Then I noticed two large black garbage bags, full and twist-tied, behind the couch.
“Trash?” I mumbled to Augustus soft enough that I thought no one else would hear.
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