Chapter Thirty Five
Demotion
What had happened to him?
Regarding his reflection in the wardrobe mirror as he waited for her to make the short journey over from her quarters above the garage –the “Short journey” it had so far taken her two hours to make after leaving his kitchen and ordering him to wait in his bedroom- the likeness staring back at Bernard Lambert seemed to have more in common with the artistry of the taxidermist than the Almighty himself.
A shell with the guts removed.
An image of himself, as he knelt on the terracotta tiles and went to all fours before her, tore his eyes from the mirror; unable to contemplate what he saw reflected there as his all too recent disgrace continued to wash over him. Watching himself on the backdrop of closed eyelids as, in response to her
