I had to get out of that house. I had to find a way to seem distraught at the idea of books being read rather than burned. After leaving the house I decided to take a night walk, making sure no one saw me of course. Being in the shadows is hard but it is the only way to keep what I do a secret. Montag, what an idiot!
"He's going to get us all killed, after everything we've worked for." I mutter under my breath. Montag, what a loud mouth! I knew I was right not letting him know about the company. The last copy of the bible? we would never let the number of copies of any book dwindle to one! Still if we taught him about all we know, he could be a very useful resource. Beatty said that even he didn't know about how many books Montag had taken. Having one source on the inside is very helpful, but two would take our operation to new heights! Beatty, at the beginning when we first found him taking books, we were astonished he wasn't already dead. After training though, he turned out to be one of the best. Montag will be a huge piece of work, but he is very skilled in the art of book taking, which is basically the most important thing to the boss even if the skilled one is a complete numb-skull.
In the midst of arguing with myself, I find that my feet have taken me to the park. Just like always I see faber, sitting on the bench, enveloped in a book, him being the only one of us to have the audacity to read in public. Some say he's crazy some say he's brave. I sit on the cold metal bench, I find it unsettling as I look out on the park, empty and dark, it resembles our entire society, dark and hopeless.
"Hello Faber" I say.
Without looking up from his book he says, "I know that we have to stay discreet, but since there is no one else here but you, me, and the stars, call me dad."
