Part 5

“No” he replied.

“Ya sure?” she questioned again.

“No” He did die, or at least some think that part of him did, but that is not where the story ends.
Eliza helped him up and asked him why he was lying in the street. He said that he thought he was hit by a bus. She said he probably was and asked him where he was going.

“To the library” he said.

“What for?” she said.

“Books” he said.

“Me too” She said.

His head hurt a lot, and he worried about amnesia. He thought being hit by a bus and losing his memory or his above average intelligence just as he was on his way to regain it and do something for once would be just perfect for a dime novel or a soap opera. But he was just as smart as he ever was, but his head hurt a lot too. So he didn’t try to do math or cure cancer or anything like that on the rest of the walk to the library. Instead he asked Eliza what she liked to read. She told him she liked to read anything over a thousand pages. He told her that he hadn’t read anything for fun since he was seventeen months old,

“and that wasn’t really for fun, that was to create a religion”

“Did it work?” She asked.

“Yes”

“What’s it like?”

“Oh, it’s a little of this and a little of that and a lot of Tolstoy.”

“I just finished War and Peace” she lied.

“What’d you think of it?”

“It’s good.”