Chapter 3: Carding, Prepping the FibersMark had been lying on his sofa for a half an hour when the wall-mounted grandfather chimed 5:30. Pride continued in full swing, but Mark had suddenly, as if his hopes had abandoned him, no longer felt interested. From where he lay, he could see, past his feet, the half wall and into the kitchen. Then scanning to the right, his eyes moved past the open-door dining room, past that to the hall. His bedroom was at the end of the hall opposite his position on the sofa. When he came home, he fell onto the sofa without closing the curtains and darken the room to help him sleep, and through that sleep, retreat.
Parcae sat in one of the two chairs at the small breakfast table that Mark had built for the corner of the living room. Parcae sat in front of the w
