Sublime

grok

And the feeling that people are like houses with vast rooms and tiny windows.

him.

He would know her handwriting anywhere.

bloviating

men who were good, and solid, and loyal.

echt

For it was Fergal, in the end, who saw me safely up the stairs that night and checked in all the corners of my room before he left me, and stood waiting in the corridor until I’d put the key into the padlock he had given me and turned it to secure the latch. And next morning it was Fergal and not Daniel who instructed me on how to do my hair.