Chapter 20 – The talking painting
He didn’t leave once Selma told him the guards had left the village, onto the next one no doubt. It was logic that stayed him. Here was as good a place as any to hide. Now that he knew they were ahead of him, the chances of them catching up with him were poor. He didn’t have to tell Selma that he couldn’t leave the one person he could be himself with. She understood. So he let himself be selfish.
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