I’m not sure which I’m more concerned about; the children, the house, or Charles’s sanity.
In the last week I’ve heard the following statements from him.
“Yeah, duct tape, that should fix it.”
and “You can make anything fit with a hammer.”
I think if I were to make it to Denver to study medicine, I’m not sure I’d find the house as it was left when I return, the children still resembling children and Charles in his normal state. I fear almost that they will be there in all of their glory, in shambles with the remains of the house smoldering… but, I’ve always had a great imagination… haven’t I?