“Philomena’s foyer and instinctively looked around for Gunther yet again. Why was she always looking for him, expecting him to be close by? she thought, irritated. She supposed it was because she had spent her first weeks here, on and off, with him alone, and it felt odd not to see him about as she had before, running into him occasionally and sharing what they were doing or reading. Though it didn’t make a bit of sense, it had almost felt as if this was their house, that they were the sole occupants and that all of these people coming and going now were merely visitors. And she was of course desperately worried, despite Sr. Bernard’s reassurances, about his injury and how his mother had fared in his absence. Not to mention the cryptic contents of his notebook, which she longed to ask him about.”