Chapter Twenty-Seven
After tossing and turning on his bed for a few hours, Reath got himself up and dressed once again. That woman was going to be the death of him. He was sure of it.
He could not understand why he ever offered to help her. What streak of masochism made him repeatedly attempt to keep her safe and happy? He had never been tempted to do such things for any other woman before. What had come over him? He had never received anything but grief for his kindness. She had never appreciated his help in the least.
He walked over to Merry’s, knowing he would find a sympathetic ear, and most likely two if Fungy was there as usual.
Not only was Fungy there, but Huntley as well.
It took him most of the meal to detail for his friends the events that had occurred through the night. A
