Chapter XXII
Of Hamartia and Tragedies
HIS house still looked the same. The old grandfather clock was still standing on its spot, its pendulum swinging from left to right. Things are still in order. It still had that choleric feel in it—as if no one was allowed to touch anything, like dusts were not allowed to wander. The house still seemed desolated—too big for a single person’s use. It was only the second time Wendy visited this huge house and yet she couldn’t help but to feel this certain familiarity she couldn’t quite point out.
“Your parents are not here?” she inquired.
Kaiser just shrugged his shoulder. “They’re almost not living here, you know.”
She nodded, understanding the fact that parents of well-off families usually sacrifice th
