An expedition in Antartica goes wrong. One man dies, the general assistant has a stroke and needs to learn how to speak. Gripping in its short repetitive sentences at times. At first I was a bit bummed there was not more taking place in the Antartic, but the other two third were actually still great to read, albeit not happy stuff.
We'll be anomalous, she told Bridget. Anomalous? Yes. So, essentially, you're going to marry him on the basis that he won't be around much? Yes, Bridget, that's correct. What? Anna, you are fucking perfect. You are my hero. I should marry you myself. Well, I don't think that's possible.
Sara had the same questions. She hadn't been home for a while. She'd been busy at work and said it was difficult to get away. But she'd also admitted that she found it hard to see Robert like this: hesitant and stumbling, repeating the same few phrases. The anger that flashed across his face when she didn't understand what he was trying to say. The way he kept turning impatiently away from people. Anna said she hadn't noticed him doing this, exactly, and Sara had said that no, she didn't imagine she had.
