C7 Chapter Seven: Don't you want to make love too?

Maeve was lying on the bed as she retrieved her stack of books from Theo's study room, Theo's bookcase still with its glass doors. The books were in good condition, with not much dust or dampness.

She flipped through the pages, with the notes she had made, and the date at the end of the pages. She always kept a mark when she finished reading it, and when she reread it