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In bed that night, I asked Charlie if he knew who Heathcliff was.

“Yeah, of course. Why are you asking me? He’s the character in the novel—what’s it called—the novel with the crazy wife in the attic.”

“Do you mean Jane Eyre?”

“Yes, Jane Eyre.”

“You don’t mean Mr. Rochester?” I said.

“What is this? An exam?” Charlie asked, sitting up.

“You must mean Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë,” I said.

“Okay, okay. I meant the guy in Wuthering Heights,” Charlie said, lying down again and turning over and away from me in bed.

“Go to sleep,” he also said.