ELEANOR SINCLAIR
Damian and I were forced to be closer in the days leading up to the funeral.
I found him incredibly calm, especially as I felt like a train wreck since the old man's death. Many times, I would see his bleeding head as he lay at the foot of the stairs and his corpse as it was left in the mortuary. I was also saddened by Bubbly's behaviour, and quite convinced that hardly anything was going to make the dog return to the energy that had earned it his former name. Other times, I would wonder if he ever looked at Bubbly and wondered if the dog or any of its counterparts would kill him.
I fed them often, and was doing this one time Damian came visiting a week after his grandfather's death. In all that time, I was living alone in the house-except the nine dogs could be descri
