...whether He Stayed Or Left, Whether They

After A Universal Silence, Leo Was The First To Speak. “did Anyone Else Notice—” “yes,” Catherine Said. “what Do You Make Of It?” “i Haven’t Decided Yet.” Leo Frowned And Took A Sip Of Port. “he’s Not Someone I Would Pair Bea With.” “whom Would You Pair Her With?” “hanged If I Know,” Leo Said. “someone With Similar Interests. The Local Veterinarian, Perhaps?” “he’s Eighty-three Years Old And Deaf,” Catherine Said. “they Would Never Argue,” Leo Pointed Out.

She Was Everything He'd Ever Wanted, Beauty And Fire Arching Against His Despoiling Hands.

Merripen, Despite His Fear Of Heights, Had Often Climbed A Ladder To Wash The Second Floor Window For Her. He Had Wanted Her View Of The Outside World To Be Clear. He Had Said The Sky Should Always Be Blue For Her.

The Way I Was Brought Up ‘he Needed Killing’ Is An Airtight Alibi.

I Had Learned This Lesson So Many Times Before. It Was The Great Inner Truth That Didn't Require The Support Of Logic. Every Time I Loved, I Lost, And I Was Diminished. I Wondered How Much Of Me Would Be Left After Tomorrow.