Re: The Woods
March didn't want to think on those boys. He didn't want to remember their little faces, and he sure as heck didn't want to remember his own childhood in that place, not that part of it, leastways. Sure, it was different some with Toby there to take care of him and Jan, but that didn't change the fact that the woman tried to kill them all, or that his daddy had taken his own life. He tried not to think on that much at all, but with mortality looming these days, he was finding it harder to ignore things he wasn't interested in thinking about.
He walked on until he reached the hearth, listening to his brothers' footsteps in the snow, and then he dropped himself on down in one of the chairs there and tugged a blanket up around his chin. He just wanted to sit himself down and not talk about a damn thing, comments about Jan playing Elvis aside. And, if the silence stretching was any indication, his brothers felt the same way.