That night I pulled the pyramid box from under the bed and got the empty book out of the pyramid and I'm thinking, who are you kidding, Maxwell Kane, you haven't got a brain, and that's the truth, the unvanquished truth is how Freak would say it.
So I wrote the unvanquished truth stuff down and then kept on going, for months and months, until it was spring again, and the world was really and truly green all over. By the time we got here, which I guess should be the end, I'm feeling okay about remembering things. And now that I've written a book who knows, I might even read a few.
No big deal.