04-23-2020, 04:43 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Shaken from his search by a sudden voice, Selby’s ears twitched backwards just slightly in surprise as he looked to his son. Overcoming his brief shock, the sawbones straightened his slack posture and beckoned Ivan closer, gesturing towards the shelves. “Hey, Ivan. I was just gonna read something. Wanna help me pick something out?” he asked, trying hard to make sure his query sounded like a request and not a demand.
The slightly dusty books that lined the shelves would have little real meaning to Ivan, he knew. Oh, of course they were made interesting by their novelty. But his son had no idea what they really meant to him, or his connections to them. He couldn’t yet begin to grasp the complex meanings behind their words. But that was okay. He would teach him. It was his duty, after all.
The slightly dusty books that lined the shelves would have little real meaning to Ivan, he knew. Oh, of course they were made interesting by their novelty. But his son had no idea what they really meant to him, or his connections to them. He couldn’t yet begin to grasp the complex meanings behind their words. But that was okay. He would teach him. It was his duty, after all.