he busies himself with chores: packing the hay back in its place in the barn, cutting firewood, cleaning his house, and fishing to stock up his winter pantry. all the while, he can't help glancing towards the woods.
night falls. they don't return.
wwx doesn't dare take any more chances. the moment one of the disciples calls for lwj and lwj heads towards the cave, wwx turns and bolts as quietly and quickly as he can back out of the woods.
he doesn't stop running until he has bolted his farmhouse door shut behind him.
ridiculous! But... he wasn't wrong. I was. I had no parents, I was taken in by an old family friend and despised by his wife. I couldn't say that though. Even then I had too much pride.. and.. I had a feeling that little boy was just as lonely as me."
"We talked a little. He
Then the words registered.
Gooden eyes snapped open and he whipped around in his chair, but the room was spinning. He could barely make out the form of a man in a high ponytail sashaying out of the bar.
He had no memory of how he made it home that night.