C H A P T E R – XII: THE MEMORIES
" A memory is the petals of a flower, if it falls and becomes forgotten then oblivion is nigh”
Anon
JAMES LINDEN
APRIL 13, 2017
“Amary come on, I am not up for jokes now,” I chuckled but as I gazed upon her, there was not a single trait of silliness on her face she was serious,
“Why?” I asked, I poured us both whiskey at I assume a Tom Dixon tank glass, I handed her her own glass and she took a sip from it,
“I just think it is the right thing to do”
“No Amary, do not make harsh decisions, we still have a lot of time, we just finished about almost 35 or 36 days from our hundred days, I have so many things to learn, you also have a lot of things to know but there are things that are still meant to be known and who knows when we learn those things
