Dave made a valiant effort.
At 10:40am, he sent me a link to War & Peace, suggesting that i might like to spend the day reading.
At 1:10pm, he detailed all the things he would do with his $10, donations to despicable causes.
At 4:10pm, he sent me a study outlining the health problems associated with lack of sleep. A nap, he suggested, was in order.
It was a good try, Dave, but i am happy to report my $10 is saved.
They sat around a butcher block table in a white kitchen lit with warm light. He’d offered coffee but Amp had waved it off. “We really have to get out of here soon.”
Mr. Winters looked out the window. “I think we all may.”
The kitchen was bright, feminine, whoever had designed it had hand-drawn vines as trim along the ceiling. Mr. Winters caught Ras looking at it and said, “Mrs. Winters decorated herself.” His face fell. “She passed through the veil a year ago.”
Ras looked down. “I’m sorry.”
He appeared vulnerable and old for a moment, then he straightened his back, his face fell into the enigmatic mask he’d held in the church. “We’ll all pass through the veil. I look forward to becoming an elder.”
Tomorrow’s Contestant: Kevin Kenan
I have to get to 68,000 words by the time i go to bed tomorrow, or i owe Kevin ten bucks.
Still there, still itchy. I’ll probably dye them sometime in the next few days. Pictures to follow.
Did some DDR and a few pushups and situps, but not as much as i’d like.