Chapter 15The fire inspired him.
Three days after the initial burning of the indictment and their list of resentments, and he was still thinking about it. He kept his clothing from that day separated so that Maurice wouldn’t clean them. This morning, as he woke with a hard on that would not relent, he grabbed his shirt. He inhaled the smoke of the bonfire and remembered. Reflected. He had a right to be mad. He had a right to feel this confused and perplexed, too, especially as he smelled hints of vanilla, nag champa, and patchouli in the burnt smoke on his shirt.
Violet.
He shoved the shirt away and tried to think of something else. Someone else, anyone else, as he brought himself to relief. It was more difficult this time around, yet easier at the same time. He hadn’t m*********d in at
