But the first—I think three or four—the first few pages are torn out of the notebook.
We looked through the house but couldn’t find the pages. So I don’t know what to make of that.
But maybe those pages are what Isaac was referring to? Anyway, I hope that you are doing okay.
You’re in our prayers every day, Hazel. Okay, bye.”
Three or four pages ripped from a Moleskine notebook no longer in Augustus Waters’s house.
Where would he leave them for me? Taped to Funky Bones? No, he wasn’t well enough to get there.
The Literal Heart of Jesus. Maybe he’d left it there for me on his Last Good Day.
So I left twenty minutes early for Support Group the next day.
I drove over to Isaac’s house, picked him up, and then we drove down to the Literal Heart of Jesus with the windows of the minivan down,
listening to The Hectic Glow’s leaked new album, which Gus would never hear.
We took the elevator. I walked Isaac to a seat in the Circle of Trust then slowly worked my way around the Literal Heart.
I checked everywhere: under the chairs, around the lectern I’d stood behind while delivering my eulogy,
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