Re: Quicklog: Jack & Newt at the B&B
[Dread settled on Jack's shoulders like snow outside the window. The estate hadn't existed for twenty years if by 'estate' one meant the ancient stone and drafts of Penhaligan House. Estate decoupled from any sort of history sounded like debts. Newt didn't look like he had a credit card, far less twenty odd years racking them up.]
An estimable paperweight. You better keep them. [Newt looked like he thought the cat was better company. No doubt Bukowski was, given Bukowski was in the most generous mood Jack had ever seen on the animal. Deliberately and with some degree of drama, the cat yawned deeply, dug claws into purchase and settled with the chain-saw rattle now silenced.]
Tell me the damage. [Jen's estate sat in a bank account accumulating cash slowly and inevitably. His own column inches paid off the newspaper on the regular, but Jen's was a cushion of inherited wealth bloated in the absence of the woman who had rightfully sat on the bottom of the family tree. It was, Jack assumed, more than Newt had.]