"Why not?" asked Donald.
"Here. Read for yourself."
So he did. After about an hour he said, "You're right."
"What do we do?" asked Dahlia.
"Write another one. For Johnny."
As daring as Donald's suggestion was, it seemed the obvious course as soon as he said it. She would write another book. In Coptic. A mystical diary with vague prophecies and religious diatribes.
Object: walk