Chapter 25: The Sand Begins to Trickle Through the HourglassNothing has been removed from George Latendresse’s bedroom, not even the various ointments, powders, and herbs Fredeline had tried on him in the last weeks before his death.
Fredeline…
Gone, too. Fled. Oh, she sent Honoré a short letter telling him of her new peaceful life in Ohio. She writes that Maggie’s spirits have begun to lift since she’s taken a liking to one of the children there, a little boy she dotes on.
Of course he couldn’t be happier for the pair. How could he not be? Why should he ever be reason enough for anyone to stay?
Dressed in his black silk house coat, Honoré stands at the window, smoking one of his uncle’s cigarettes. At first, the taste of the tobacco revolted him, but now he quite enjoys it. Through th
