Robot & Frank Now

When they get home, Frank dumps a velvet bag of diamonds onto the kitchen table. They sparkle under the fluorescent lights, cold and brilliant.

“Do it!” Frank cries out, his voice breaking. “I’m going to the Center anyway. Save yourself. Don’t let them turn you into evidence.” Robot & Frank

The year is 2034, and the air in the Hudson Valley smells of damp pine and the copper tang of an approaching storm. Frank, seventy-eight and stubbornly tethered to a fading map of his own mind, sits in his library. He is surrounded by the ghosts of books he once stole and the very real dust of a life he is forgetting to live. When they get home, Frank dumps a velvet