24
TAO, TUESDAY 26 MARCH 2019Billy stood, phone in hand, gazing out at the blue expanse, his heart a great weight in his chest. That it was the first anniversary of Natasha’s passing lingered at the forefront of his mind along with an army of self-recriminations. Uppermost, that he should have realised what day it was before he went to the cemetery, not after.
He made an effort to clear his mind. He had to resolve the situation he was in. Take action. Do what he thought was best. As he readied to visit Andres in the Tao house, he was catapulted back to that day of the party, with Natasha on the roof, the dead bodies. Then the clean-up. It was as though the party had occurred only the night before, and he was still youngish, foolish, although also quick to learn, quick to decide he’d had
