Musical Accompaniment: Do it for me by Rosenfeld
Heavy lies the crown that draws blood from its bearer.
EARL
“What the hell happened to you?”
I ignore Nikolas’ rather, succinctly, put question and instead lower myself into the chair at the opposite end of the long breakfast table.
The door to the garden is closed but the early morning sunlight still streams in through the planes of glass, casting fractured patterns on the white linen tablecloth and on the platter of fruits and sugar-dusted berries gleaming like jewels and piled in the center of the breakfast table.
As usual, there is more food here than any of us would ever really eat. Sometimes, I think Cara just does it because it gives her something to fuss about besides worrying about what new ways our family might devise to ge
