This Book Is Dedicated To 'Him'
"James' Poem" Was, In Real Life, Written By 'Him'
For His Own Grandson
Hostage
Richard
I watch them drive away, taillights receding into the dark.
Depressed beyond measure, I let the curtains fall back, turning to deal with the two women now in my care.
Mitch, calmer than I've seen her for days, returns from the kitchen, tray in hand. She pours peppermint tea for herself, then two more cups. She slides one across the table to Elizabeth, then brings one to me.
"Thank you, Mitch, but I don't really care for it."
She holds still, hand and cup outstretched. "It will calm you down."
"I'm perfectly calm, thank you."
"Is that why you're wearing a hole in the carpet?"
Elizabeth turns her face away, but not before I see the smile she's hiding behind her
