“I’ve lived in this room all my fifteen years, all my 5,530 days. I’ve laughed and cried and moaned and muttered in this room. I’ve loved people and things and hated them. It’s been a big part of my life, of me. Will we ever be the same when we’re closed in by other walls? Will we think other thoughts and have different emotions? Oh, Mother, Daddy, maybe we’re making a mistake, maybe we’ll be leaving too much of ourselves behind!”
“He went back. Robert went back. We’d just had that quarrel- aw, you wouldn’t remember, but I do, little as I want to. Robert went back to the old place. Now why do you reckon?”