And How To Comfort One
Paulie placed the plastic wicker basket on the faux marble top table, then he fetched the aquarium and Parlay. He set it next to the edible arrangement, tossing the shirt that covered it onto his couch.
“You were quiet. Thank you for being quiet, Parlay. I don’t think that man would understand what you are. I certainly don’t.”
The lump under the book inside the glass rectangular cube did not respond.
And maybe that made sense. Maybe everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours had not made sense, and this was his first lapse of sanity he had had. Maybe the last forty-eight hours were all just a bad dream. Hell, maybe the last two weeks was all just a waking nightmare. Why stop there? As he stared at the pink mass, a mere chunk of flesh that had grow
