The Host Chapter 53
CHAPTER 53 Condemned The Seeker's host body was named Lacey; a dainty, soft, feminine name. Lacey. As inappropriate as the size, in my opinion. Like naming a pit bull Fluffy . Lacey was just as loud as the Seeker–and still a complainer. “You'll have to forgive me for going on and on,” she insisted, allowing us no other options. “I've been shouting away in there for years and never getting to speak for myself. I've got a lot to say all stored up.” How lucky for us. I could almost make myself glad that I was leaving. In answer to my earlier question to myself, no, the face was not less repugnant with a different awareness behind it. Because the awareness was not so very different, in the end. “That's why we don't like you,” she told me that first night, making no change from the present tense or the plural pronoun. “When she realized that you were hearing Melanie just the way she was hearing me, it made her frightened. She thought you might guess. I was her deep, dark sec…
