"I've heard of you."
Storing the latest issue of Vogue with her face on the cover behind the counter, Rory offers @acestarlets a soft smile.
"Rather unglamorous place you picked to visit, isn't it?" Then again, it's an improvement over the old store. "How can I help you?"
“I, for one, have never relinquished my 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 to these infinitesimal bindings. Where would 𝐈 be otherwise? No 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥, no 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞. No 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, no 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.”
Nausea hits him like a ton of bricks as the earthly remains of Jasper Horowitz falls from the tattered tendrils of his suit of souls and onto the ground, in a permanent vegetative state.
A crimson patch appears somewhere in the costume as his soul is added to the others.
Jasper, a fellow Jew, had been a very, very bad boy. Domestic abuse that turned deadly, Rory can still hear the accusatory wails of the wife and children’s spirits, their bodies buried below the house, in the crawlspace.
"Don't act like you're sorry now," Rory speaks to the —