February 3. “It’s rather cold, Button. Are you feeling the chill? Want a wrap or something?”
“Not at all. I’m loving it.”
“Button, I want to confide in you about something.”
“Not at all. I’m loving it.”
“Button, I want to confide in you about something.”
“What?”
“When did you come back from the party last night?”
“That’s sad.”
“And after the way she fought to live. I used to marvel seeing her battle death every single moment.”
“Any need?”
“Is there an occasion or is it just a casual party?”
“I love stories and the way you tell them.”
You are also rather sick with a bad throat infection. You should have actually gone to bed early tonight.”
My people at the club are going hell for leather—trying everything possible—to try and get her to live and what a fighter she is.”
“Change is nice.”