There’s no way Michael could keep from noticing, with the way he’s treated at home and what he sees at work every day. It would be nice to not have to think about it, but it does help his writing. Campaigns about sex seem to be one of his specialties. Who knows how that happened.
There’s a small lookout point right at the edge of the water, not too far off. Michael runs ahead, curious and full of energy, wanting a better view. He gets it: a wide, unobscured look at the Lake and its fiery treeline, the colors appearing to him bright and vivid despite the hour. Standing so close to the edge of the platform he’s nearly falling in, he calls to Wolfgang.