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e Only Way to Learn Is to Live
Nora looked around and found herself lying in her own bed.
She checked her watch. It was one minute past midnight. She switched on
her light. is was her ex act life, but it was going to be better, because
Voltaire was going to be alive in this one. Her real Voltaire.
But where was he?
‘Volts?’
She climbed out of bed.
‘Volts?’
She looked all over her flat and couldn’t find him anywhere. e rain
patted against the windows – that much hadn’t changed. Her new box of
anti-depressants was out on the kitchen unit. e electric piano stood by the
wall, silent.
‘Voltsy?’
ere was her yucca plant and her three tiny potted cacti, there were her
bookshelves, with exactly the same mix of philosophy books and novels and
untried yoga manuals and rock star biographies and pop science books. An
old National Geographic with a shark on the cover and a five-month-old
copy of Elle magazine, which she’d bought mainly for the Ryan Bailey
inter view. No new additions in a long time.
ere was a bowl still full of cat food.
She looked ever ywhere, calling his name. It was only when she went back
into her bedroom and looked under the bed that she saw him.
‘Volts!’
e cat wasn’t moving.
As her arms weren’t long enough to reach him, she moved the bed.
