The Long Walk

The book's still on the table by the gate — two hundred and forty names, and I've counted them twice. You wanted to know what I keep looking at; it's this, because I can't write a name in it until we've said out loud how many children we actually mean.

Two, if the money holds — but I want to hear yours before I write anything down. My mum kept a book like this and wrote Mark's name the same day she got home from the hospital, in biro.