The night the Rhymer went whack

60

Same time, different place, same thought.

Straffe felt it and knew, so he ultimately got himself together and cleaned himself up. It’d be a few days, but tea was prepared, expectant on a return visit from his protégé. It’d been years but their rhythm had stayed in tune. And their despair was mutually synced as well as their desire for change. So when Reshod knocked on his door, Straffe welcomed him with open arms. They smiled but didn’t speak and Reshod entered, sat and had some tea.