“Four days we’ve sat in this apartment. The peace he’d gained in California faded away. In its place, the dry emptiness that had finally silenced him the night he accepted his mother’s suicide. I’d brought him to my apartment. I couldn’t bear his dark, depressing warren in our present emotional state. Skinner readily agreed to my request for a week off for both of us. And I find myself covering my mirrors.”
Bugs, “TEVILAH” (offsite link)
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