It had been almost a week since the incident, and Morstern was still adjusting to his new life. Every day, he figured out new ways to do things, and always Amos was there, to guide and protect him. He never felt vulnerable in the slightest. In fact, he now felt safer. Amos watched him everywhere he went and never took his eyes off the floor in front of him as he walked slowly and loudly, giving him plenty of notice to move to the side. It was a rough arrangement, but an effective one.
One day, as Morstern was once again scanning beneath the floorboards, a thunderous booming overhead alerted him to Amos, returning from work. He Emerged from the crevice and waved his arms theatrically. Amos saw him at once.
"Hello Morstern," he said, "get much done today?"
"This house holds many small secrets," Morstern replied as Amos lifted him, "none of which are interesting or useful."
One day, as Morstern was once again scanning beneath the floorboards, a thunderous booming overhead alerted him to Amos, returning from work. He Emerged from the crevice and waved his arms theatrically. Amos saw him at once.
"Hello Morstern," he said, "get much done today?"
"This house holds many small secrets," Morstern replied as Amos lifted him, "none of which are interesting or useful."