After she’s dressed, she finds a torch in the mudroom and then goes out to the woods, practically skipping as she goes. She missed this, she missed all of this. The dark, the magic, the mystery. The s*x and the parties and the fun. She wonders what they’re doing now—a ritual? Something less than a ritual but still more than a party?
But then as she approaches, she hears something unfamiliar, something jarring. Totally inharmonious with the sounds of the forest around them. And then she sees that there’s not two torches—but three.
Rebecca.
Rebecca is here.
Rebecca is here like Delphine both hoped and feared she would be.
Brazen your way through. Brazen brazen brazen.
“Are you doing something at the altar? May I help?” she chirps. “Golly! What happened to your clothes?”
Rebec
