The Host Prologue Chapter 5 Part 6
CHAPTER 5 Uncomforted Hello there, Wanderer! Won't you take a seat and make yourself at home?” I hesitated on the threshold of the Comforter's office, one foot in and one foot out. She smiled, just a tiny movement at the corners of her mouth. It was much easier to read facial expressions now; the little muscle twitches and shifts had become familiar through months of exposure. I could see that the Comforter found my reluctance a bit amusing. At the same time, I could sense her frustration that I was still uneasy coming to her. With a quiet sigh of resignation, I walked into the small brightly colored room and took my usual seat–the puffy red one, the one farthest from where she sat. Her lips pursed. To avoid her gaze, I stared through the open windows at the clouds scuttling past the sun. The faint tang of ocean brine blew softly through the room. “So, Wanderer. It's been a while since you've come to see me.” I met her eyes guiltily. “I did leave a message about that last appoin…
