“November 20. Andrius's birthday. I had counted the days carefully. I wished him a happy birthday when I woke and thought about him while hauling logs during the day. At night, I sat by the light of the stove, reading Dombey and Son. Krasivaya. I still hadn't found the word. Maybe I'd find it if I jumped ahead. I flipped through some of the pages. A marking caught my eye. I leafed backward. Something was written in pencil in the margin of 278.Hello, Lina. You've gotten to page 278. That's pretty good! I gasped, then pretened I was engrossed in the book. I looked at Andrius's handwritting. I ran my finger over this elongated letters in my name. Were there more? I knew I should read onward. I couldn't wait. I turned though the pages carefully, scanning the margins. Page 300:Are you really on page 300 or are you skipping ahead now? I had to stifle my laughter. Page 322:Dombey and Son is boring. Admit it. Page 364:I'm thinking of you. Page 412:Are you maybe thinking of me? I closed my eyes.Yes, I'm thinking of you. Happy birthday, Andrius.”