Chapter 29

“Go and sleep,” he said. “We’ll talk about it later. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” SEVEN: Cutting the Line

As the year turneddown toward Christmas, Rob practised and practiced with his kias. He was determined. It was obvious to anyone who knew him that Matty wasn’t well. He looked peaked and he was exhausted at the end of a day’s work. If the screaming thing they had heard twice now was the cause of the illness, had its claws into him as both Arthur and the mysterious writer of the book had described, then Rob was going to catch it and he was going to make it stop. Whatever that took.

He kept what he was doing hidden from Matty as much as he could. He didn’t want to worry him. It wasn’t exactly that he kept it a secret, more that he chose times when Matty wasn’t around. If Matty asked what he’d been up to, Rob told him. If Matty came upon him working, he didn’t stop. But he didn’t seek Matty out to tell him what he was doing.