8
Kingston
Zeb tried to be quiet at dinnertime, but not so quiet as to arouse suspicion. The image of the black orb sat heavily at the front of his thoughts, followed closely by the Admonishers, the Alephs and the red eyes of the messenger bird. This was proving to be a most eventful week indeed.
He ate his salmon and blueberry pie in between pained but polite smiles. Maintaining a cheerful expression while ingesting this particular dish was an almost Herculean task. When Zeb finished his dinner he cleared the table and offered to wash up.
“Zeb my boy that’s so awfully kind,
I wish you would offer that all of the time!”
As he set to work scrubbing and scouring he heard the sounds of his mother rummaging in the next room. Zeb placed the dishes into the sink and peered quietly around t
