Since that spill, I’ve borne a grudge against the sinister presence that created “right” ways. That enforced its rules whimsically, letting me do it my way much of the time. Tricking me other times. Sometimes even punishing me with a broken glass or painful scrape.
The layers are thick and deep in this story. Expect things to change. Often. Unexpectedly. Yet precisely the way they must. Once you know enough.
knowing her as well as we do, having watched her survive her brutal childhood, pull off one audacious mission after another, we know this won’t last. Then, things get worse.
Andy Peloquin has introduced me to yet another genre I didn’t know existed and took me a great ride doing so.
This is why people watch movies. Or read books. Consume anything with a story in it: