14 Mar Nocturnal Pursuits of the Elderly
Saturday night. It seemed to take forever to come around. I can hardly bear it, my head buzzing like a kid on Christmas Eve, goosebumps dancing across my leathery skin. βUsual time, pet?β βPlease, dear. And donβt forget to feed Alfred.β βNever do, dear. Never do.βΒ Now off you...