Nobody likes being on agricultural rotation, and with this heat wave, it's almost more than Ester can take. She's itching for something she can't put words to-something she has no memory of wanting. But then, she can't remember much beyond the past couple of years. She's sent to the husband archive for a cure, but the man she checks out comes with stacks and stacks of paper he calls "books." What they teach each other may prove hard to forget.