Back The Book of Dreams
Chapters (79)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. DAY ONE
  4. Henri
  5. DAY FIFTEEN
  6. Sam
  7. Eddie
  8. Sam
  9. Eddie
  10. Sam
  11. Henri
  12. Eddie
  13. Eddie
  14. Henri
  15. Sam
  16. DAY SEVENTEEN
  17. Eddie
  18. Sam
  19. Eddie
  20. Sam
  21. DAY TWENTY
  22. Henri
  23. DAY TWENTY-FIVE
  24. Henri
  25. DAY TWENTY-SEVEN
  26. Sam
  27. DAY THIRTY
  28. Henri
  29. DAY THIRTY-ONE
  30. Eddie
  31. DAY THIRTY-THREE
  32. Henri
  33. DAY THIRTY-FOUR
  34. Henri
  35. Sam
  36. DAY THIRTY-FIVE
  37. Henri
  38. DAY THIRTY-SIX
  39. Henri
  40. DAY THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. Sam
  42. DAY THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. Henri
  44. DAY THIRTY-NINE
  45. Eddie
  46. DAY FORTY
  47. Sam
  48. Henri
  49. Eddie
  50. Sam
  51. DAY FORTY-ONE
  52. Sam
  53. Henri
  54. Eddie
  55. DAY FORTY-THREE
  56. Henri
  57. DAY FORTY-THREE
  58. Henri
  59. DAY FORTY-FOUR
  60. Henri
  61. Sam
  62. Eddie
  63. DAY FORTY-FIVE
  64. Eddie
  65. Henri
  66. DAY FORTY-SIX
  67. Sam
  68. Henri
  69. Eddie
  70. Henri
  71. DAY FORTY-SIX
  72. Sam
  73. Eddie
  74. EPILOGUE
  75. Henri
  76. POSTSCRIPT
  77. Afterword and Thanks
  78. About Nina George
  79. Copyright

“He was here, Maddie,” I whisper, “and he looked at me as . . .” As nobody has ever looked at me before, as if I were the most important person in the world, as if he were expending all his capacity and strength and experience to tell me that he was proud of me.

But of course I cannot say any of those things aloud. I can’t even really put them into words. Wimpy tears crowd into my throat, salty and bitter. Bitter because this is so good and so new, and yet it’s almost over before it’s even begun, and because I had no idea how amazing it feels to mean the world to someone. I mean the whole world to my father!

There’s not enough room inside me to cope with this sensation, and so I weep furious tears and clasp Maddie’s hand. I imagine that she’s holding my hand instead and drying my tears. This would have embarrassed me in the past—seven weeks ago, when I was still a child.

“Stop it!” I hear Eddie implore loudly but calmly.

The nurses have just stretched out my father’s arms and legs to allow Dr. Foss to carry out his pain test.

“But, Mrs. Tomlin, I need to stimulate the reflexes and muscle tone to check his motor functions.”

“Don’t, Dr. Foss. Stop bombarding us with medical jargon to justify hurting him. Stop it.” Eddie’s intimidating manner as she strides toward Dr. Foss forces him to retreat. “Leave him alone. Now! That’s enough!”

Fozzie sighs and says, “All right, if that’s what you want.” He clicks the lead back in and stows the pencil in the breast pocket of his coat. “However, to ensure that we don’t overlook—”

Eddie gives him such a withering glare that he’s unable to finish his sentence. “The patient may well be conscious but have no control of his motor system. Perhaps you’re simply causing him pain while he is incapable of defending himself. As his representative, I forbid you to torture him. Is there no other way?”

Dr. Foss glances at Dr. Saul, who turns to me and says, “Our managers are well known for their penny-pinching, but as we have the monster, we may as well use it.”

By the “monster” he means a special functional MRI scanner that measures activity in specific areas of the brain. It cost two million pounds and is referred to as England’s “mind reader.”