Two hours later, Uncle Fester was standing behind the sofa where Cahl was sitting, sipping coffee while reading one of my dad’s magazines like he’d never said anything horrible to me earlier. My eyes went from one to the other, drifting from time to time to the living room wall clock.
Sleeping is very overrated, I thought bitterly, dead tired.
“Do you know a certain Nomely?” I suddenly asked the meta-wolf.
I’m not sure that making conversation with him after our last altercation is the idea of the century, but even if it means choosing between a heavy silence during which I’m going to torment myself and chatting with him... yes, I prefer to torment myself with Cahl.
He smiles without raising his nose from his magazine.
“Are you sure you want to launch into such a subject?”
Get out of
