“The Doom Statues” — Chapter 43

Kay stands in front of a communal bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection in this unforgiving light. She almost wishes Harry had gone a cheaper route with the lighting, but no, say this much about the guy at least, everything — except for that which was left charmingly, nostalgically intact — he installed new is shiny and top of the line. Therefore she can’t even kid herself it’s the poor lighting, causing her to look like hell.

These thoughts began soon after Tony left. Denise was already asleep, improbably enough, as Kay crept around inside their cabin. This feeling of intense restlessness found her sitting at the round wooden table by their window, with the drapes parted, staring out at the backside of their security lit central lawn, primarily the buildings behind the main house, and the barn and the school, even though nothing was happening. Then drifted over to the main house, which itself seemed curiously, atypically moribund at this hour. Few were still up and around, among them Lois and Ben — in the kitchen and its office respectively — and those that were mostly had that harried self-absorption of those who have lost the thread, yet are all the more obsessed because of it, with their current projects. The rest had cashed in their chips unusually early. With another tour set to begin in the morning, everyone had run themselves ragged and were looking to conserve whatever…