There were more pages in the book, but he could tell, by the snug way most lay against each other that he was almost done with Annies history up to now.
Always granting the eye of childhood, which tends to see anyone over the age of twenty-five as elderly, he thought Shinny must be a11 of seventy-five now. He pushed the flaps of the carton closed and shoved it back into the linen closet, making only a token effort to replace it in the same place it had been.