House
87 David
He stops and turns to look at her. “Block the door. Put that dresser against the door.” He begins to walk out of the room.
“What if they return?” she asks him, with concern.
“The Jango-weed?”
“Yes,” she whispers, as if she is too scared to say it out loud. Her eyes are very wide.
“They rarely come here,” he reassures her, in a calm voice. And then he’s just about to disappear through the door.
“What is your name?” she asks him.
“David,” he says. “David Hilbert.” He walks off, closing the door behind him, leaving Sophia on her own in the room of dolls.
