I am unsure why it was on my bookshelf or for what reason it showed up in my bed yet it stirs great curiosity. The stories of Robin Hood lull me into sleep lately. Perhaps it was a desire to feel a good leather binding… deep red (with a golden ship on the cover)… touched by so many that each time I put it away my hands smell like the past – only a curious note on the inside, where it claims to be an award for a boy named Frank 1921.1922
