Markus was soon pretty comfortable just reading aloud to Agnes. It was nice, and he enjoyed reading anyways. His voice did start to hurt a little after an hour or two of reading, though that didn’t seem to bother him much.
Markus just nodded lightly. He was still sad he couldn’t continue that, he had loved it. It had been fun and rewarding, just being with such happy little kids. Being there for and with them. He really missed it.
He still cradled his book with one arm, holding the glass with the other. He wondered if Agnes had noticed how he only owned the books of one Author. Maybe she had her own thoughts about it already.
“I should write Arthur a letter…”, he mumbled. So that he could get his number again. Maybe come visit.
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