There was a time when he was alone, and there was a time when she was there. He can’t seem to remember anything in between. Who is she? What is she hiding? She offers no explanation, and his perpetual questions are only pushing her away. Perhaps he’s not asking the right questions. Laidlaw continues to pull us in while simultaneously destabilizing both character and reader. Escaping without looking at the world and how we live in it, is an impossibility.
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