Chapter 54

Henry's house is located in one of the busiest areas of Brooklyn. It has two floors with large windows, a newly mowed lawn and a white door garage. The house is in ice color, more pulled to gray, which suddenly makes me remember the clinic where we met. I should feel cornered with so much familiarity, but I feel strangely good.

I have a feeling of complete coziness when I realize that the balcony consists of a small white fence interrupted at one end to give free access to the front door, and a rocking chair below the glass window with wooded sides. I would say that the house does not match your style very well, but with a quick look it is noticeable that all the houses in this neighborhood follow the same pattern, so I swallow my laughter and open the car door.

While Henry parks, I remain leaning against the low gate, evaluating the neighborhood so different from the one in my real house. Unlike robots that almost never leave their huge homes, these look exactly li