Sometimes my impetuousness overcomes my common sense, and I usually end up suffering the consequences. Inviting Christopher and Henry to spend the night at my place was just the beginning of this lapse.
After a quick stop at Target for essentials to tide them over until they could get back inside the house and retrieve their things, and then a bite to eat, the three of us drove to the farmhouse.
As we rolled up the dirt road, I thought it strange that lights were flickering on the ground floor, since I wasn’t home. So I was shocked and angry to find Emil lounging in my living room with the television on.
“What in the Sam Hill are you doing here?” I roared. I’d gone from happy to livid in a few seconds. I was sliding into a panic attack.
Emil jumped, his hand knocking over the cut-cryst
