Sixty-one:
Clark Endless
We were waiting.
Waiting for Ben to finish the book. He had been in my Grandfather’s office, writing. Meanwhile, Louisa, Bradley, Nia, little Tatiana, and Amaris and I were all waiting. Amaris had made use of our wine cellar and we’d been doing nothing but eating, and drinking, and waiting for the world to end.
“I feel like we should be doing something more,” Nia said.
“There’s nothing we can do,” I said, “it all depends on Ben writing the story. If he writes the story, we save the world. If he doesn’t, then what the f**k does it matter anyway?”
“Uncle Clark!” Tatiana chided me.
I laughed, and smiled at my niece. “I’m sorry, little Tati. I shouldn’t have sworn. Your Uncle is very worried about the way that things are going righ
