YOU CAN LOOK IT UP Here’s a prediction even I could’ve made: Wooly was in some mood after the slain-dragon encounter. Soon as he got home he stomped into the living room and pulled Georgiana’s photo off the wall. “Fuck this thing. I don’t care what I paid for it.” Only the intercession of Genevieve, saying she’d put it in storage, prevented him from trash-smashing the thing to pieces. His bad case of the jitters stayed with him through the rest of the day. “I always knew something like this was going to happen,” he said over dinner. “I didn’t know what it was, what it would be, not exactly, but I always knew it would be like this.” Next morning we found him slumped at the kitchen table, Genevieve flitting around him like a worried moth. Not only was he slit-eyed tired but shadows seemed to have grown into his face. The shadows weren’t just from exhaustion. You can see coloring like that if you peek inside a closed casket. An empty glass filmed with orange juice residue sat in front of him.
What do You think about The Dead Have A Thousand Dreams?
