I can’t help but try to read into the coming months, though I can’t imagine what’ll happen when Everit does pass. Oddly, he seems so damn healthy it surprises me that he’s sick. Healthy enough to spar with Matilda on a regular basis, and part of why I’m surprising her with a little weekend away. ...
Or is it anger laced with dejection? Regardless, it’s numbing. December 7th, no better day to railroad my soul than a dark, bitterly cold one that seemingly mirrors my angst. The Saffron Mansion sits like an exquisite tomb of the ages, and a tide of memories crashes through me as I walk the hollo...