Chapter 11

He touched the wall next to him. It was textured with what felt like stripes no wider than heavy cotton string. There was a vague outline of pillows on the chairs. Kane got up to take a closer look. He was in a great deal of pain but he needed to know where he was and since he could barely see, he used his hands as eyes. Each chair held throw pillows covered in what appeared to be vintage textiles with geometric designs and splashes of brick red in handwoven linens. He recognized the nature of the materials; his father had woven textiles, but couldn’t earn a living at it so he taught high school art. Close up the pattern was beautiful. Gabriel had exquisite taste. He felt a bit dizzy and the pain was more intense when he tried to walk, so he made his way back across the room to the bed. It seemed his eyes were getting worse, not better.