EXCOLO

Can’t decide to be sure if this idea that Wanda’s married to the devil is all Lucien’s doing or not, because I liked Lucien. Then again, I’ve never met this Whitman fellow, and now I don’t much want to. But John isn’t making a whole lot of sense and Verite really is, for all she’s had a hell of a lot to drink. Don’t think anybody’s proving anything to anyone about who is or isn’t the devil right about now. “I haven’t had enough to drink to be talking like this,” I tell both of them “So either we need more to drink, or we should all call it a night. I’ll walk you home if you want me to, sweetheart.” And what might happen when we get there I’ll let her decide, but I hope it doesn’t mean a long cold walk back to the Inn for me directly after.