Choke: 2 (Pillage Trilogy (Pillogy)) Read Online Free PDF Page A

shook his head. He was usually wearing a felt cap and vest and sometimes had a cane that he didn’t need, but which made him feel dignified. He currently had the cap and vest with him, but no cane.
    “Did you see him?” I asked.
    “See who?” Thomas questioned, looking around as if it were an assignment.
    “There was a guy in a cloak—really white. Can’t you smell him?”
    Thomas sniffed the air in the most respectable manner and shrugged. He began to pull things out of the paper bag, not paying much attention to me. “It’s hard to see anything too clearly here in this hall. I’m sure it was just one of the nurses. Now, I’ve brought you a few things to keep you entertained.”
    “Finally,” I said with excitement.
    He handed me a little tiny book that when you flipped the pages showed a stick figure wearing a top hat and jumping over a short fence. He had also brought a small chalkboard with a single white piece of chalk.
    “Where do you shop?” I asked in disbelief.
    Thomas just stared at me.
    “Thanks,” I smiled.
    “Oh yes,” Thomas added. “Wane thought you might want your dictionary.” Thomas handed me my small yellow dictionary. I had gotten it shortly after I had arrived in Kingsplot. I had wanted to look up the meaning of Wane’s name. Since then I had been trying to slip cooler words into my vocabulary.
    “I’m beholden to you,” I said, using a word that actually wasn’t that cool. “Do you have any idea when I can get out of here?”
    “They want to keep you a few more days.”
    “I feel fine,” I complained. “I need to get out.”
    “I think you’d better stay put,” Thomas said. “There are many who think you should be locked up, seeing how you continue to tear apart Kingsplot.”
    “It was an accident,” I insisted. “I thought it was just a big ball.”
    “A ball? It was one of the old weather balloons,” Thomas said. “In the olden days they used to float them up to experiment with the weather. I thought they were all gone. You should have just left it alone.”
    “I know.”
    “You’re a magnet for mischief.”
    “I’m really sorry,” I apologized.
    “I’m certain you are,” Thomas halfway smiled.
    “So, aren’t you going to ask me about all my scratches?”
    “The hospital informed us about the details of your stunt.”
    “Stunt?”
    “Although in all honesty,” Thomas went on, “I’d say you were the last person who needed more attention.”
    “I didn’t do anything for attention,” I complained. “I was attacked by a plant.”
    “Yes, yes, the nurse told me,” he said kindly. “Attacked by a plant, picked on by a shed.”
    “I never said the shed at Callowbrow was picking on me,” I pointed out. “I just thought it was a big ball that we would be able to play with. Why won’t anyone believe me?”
    “That’s enough,” Thomas insisted. “Millie and Wane miss you.”
    “Yeah, I can tell by their constant visits.”
    “The manor keeps them busy.”
    “Of course. What about my dad?”
    “He hasn’t been down from the dome in quite a while,” Thomas said sadly. “He was happy to hear you were okay.”
    “And Kate?”
    “I don’t know much about her business,” Thomas said. “Millie did say she was hospitalized and released after a couple of days.”
    “And she hasn’t come to visit me?”
    Thomas patted me on the head, “The weather has been considerably wet.”
    “It’s always wet,” I complained.
    “True enough,” he said, trying to smile. “Wane will pick you up as soon as you’re free to come home.”
    “Have you heard anything from Wyatt?” I asked.
    “He’s called a few times asking when you’ll be home.”
    “When will I be home?”
    “Hard to say.”
    Thomas patted me on the head again and left. I spent the rest of the afternoon with my flip book watching a little stick figure jump over a fence and worrying about Mr. Dry Mouth while wondering about the last stone. I wasn’t completely sure that I