Chapter 28
“Wait. Pause it right there.” Lei leaned in, studying the television screen with a riveted expression. “I feel like he wouldn’t want to get so close to her. Remember, he sickens himself. He’s probably never touched anyone.” Lei looked over at me. “Right?”
It was late in the afternoon, there was a massive snow storm out there, and in the last hours, we’d been in the living room, watching the Phantom’s scenes—well, Lei’s scenes—going over detail after detail. But I didn’t mind it at all. I’d been practising with him so often, that I was getting the hang of it. I understood how Lei’s mind absorbed characters, lyrics, music, gestures, and silences.
I grabbed a handful of caramel popcorn on the coffee table. “Yes, I see what you mean,” I said, stuffing my mouth.
“Crumbs.” With a
