He froze, his whisky glass elevated just out of reach of his lips. He was in his bed, convalescing. Still. And he stayed that way, frozen with his glass raised, long enough to tamp down the desperate flash of pain caused by those words. He looked up to stare down his ex-best friend, Clifford Ross...
―Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona Bloomfield Park… Beatryce’s Room… The Next Day… She would never forget the sight of Dansbury crying. She knew as sure as she knew her own name that the sight would be forever emblazoned in her mind. After yesterday’s revelations, she, too, felt heavy and ...