Chapter 19: At Work in the Sanhedrin
I winced inwardly as I prepared to hear the worst. I simply wasn't cut out for this sort of living, and none of the expectations that were placed upon me by my family, could I ever seem to meet.
I gazed up at the grandfather clock that ticked endlessly, back and forth, the pendulum swinging ever swiftly. I felt so small in comparison. I simply couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in a never-ending cemetery, a ceaseless maze of tombstones with every epitaph designed for name to be engraved upon.
Unusually, I had been permitted by Daddy (“Just this once") to keep a python in the foyer, as my one and only beloved pet. It had been precariously given to me as a birthday gift – Father, of course, hadn't approved. But he had in the end made the
