Perhaps all children are haunted by the ghosts of their fathers.
* * *
Knatz:I went to see Augie with a shard of hope. Lane could find something useful. Augie could help. We could be close. I know you’re wanting me to feel upbeat and hopeful and it’s working, whether I want it to or not.
Augie and I both realized we had no clue what the other looked like but we each finally found the only other person in the train station who looked like they were worried a magical storm might come at any moment and turn them into brainwashed zombies. We got smashed in a bar next door.
He rambled for hours about proto-Mountaineers in World War II and before that and the storm and some dark force working in the shadows and how he’d put together the fact that his grandfather had a friend and fellow magic
