Keeping up, are you? It’s a lot to take in. I’ve struggled and I’m usually the smartest person in the room. Indeed, the one time I was outsmarted has brought us here. To a seaside flat in sleepy Westmouth. Where I’m watching a familiar body being bundled into a bag. A body I never respected. A body I never particularly liked. Yet a body I already value more in its loss than I ever did in its life.
