(Thursday December 3rd, late afternoon The Dormouse.... 18 days and counting) "To charm you away from the Doctor so quickly, why... he must be the devil himself! " The porcelain kettle slips from my numb fingers at Mrs. Esterly teasing statement. "Why yes, he must be." I concur quietly, unable to move, only able to stare down at the broken pottery and liquid scattered around my shoes. She immediately blusters over, apologizing and bending to clean up the mess. I shake my head, trying to clear... read more
