Horror was careful with the delicate little cup in his hands, holding it with care between sips and setting it down lightly when he was ready to answer. A common connection? An inhabitant of the town. Horror’s smile was as polite and pleasant as it ever got. The room they shared was getting more comfortable by the minute, and the promise of what they both pretended to be and what they might really be was almost beyond expectation.
All in all, a very enjoyable afternoon.
“My acquaintance is not one of the townspeople. Who he knows……well. I don’t pretend to know or even imagine I know everyone he may have met. I do wonder, though…..with this house full of children…..if you have ever found yourself attending anything like a carnival.”