“Thank you. I’m sorry I did not write sooner— Elias stopped. He had not written since he’d learned of Haven. But he couldn’t tell his mother why. He could not tell her much of anything, really. But I have made some new friends and seen a little of the cave. True enough, he supposed. I am glad Tillie caught a fish, and even more pleased she took it off the hook like I taught her. Tell her I am proud. Did I tell you yet about the fish in the cave? They are something else altogether. They’ve got no... eyes and don’t need them on account of it being dark. They are sort of pretty once you have got used to them, and Nick says— Nick. And just like that the page seemed filled up with all the things he couldn’t tell his mother. About the runaways, about Nick’s plan, about how much he hoped Nick succeeded. Elias groaned in frustration and tossed the letter and pencil onto the quilt. Before, he’d thought that time couldn’t go any slower, but the last three days had seemed the longest of his time so far.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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