CHAPTER 70: What's real and what's not

　　I stopped by the bookstore to get Zion a few new books since we were all done with the bedtime stories we had at home. Last week, he asked if I was about to read him the ninja turtle where the short, bad guy got caught in the end. 　　I didn’t need another clue to know he was tired of the always-repeated story already. 　　I made plans to branch out at the bookstore today before going home. I would get four new storybooks for now and once they get exhausted, I would go for another. 　　“Good evening, ma’am,” the older lady behind the counter spoke at my entrance into the bookstore, her eyes staying on me. 　　I flashed a bright smile. “Good evening.” I moved over to the counter where she stood behind and placed my hands on it. 　　“What can I get you?” the polite lady asked. 　　“I need at least four intriguing story books for a five-year-old boy.” 　　Her brow rose in interest. “Ah, the ever-curious five-year-old boys, eh?” 　　I chuckled. “Yeah, he is.” 　　“Does he have a preference for th