I google obligingly. She ponders the images with troubled eyes.
“What…what harm does it do?”
Scott hastily explains. Stars, light, not a monster. Not a Giant Thing with Pincers lurking in outer space.
It’s always the preschool shows that scare the pants off you.
Books Read in January
“Mr. Queed, you are afflicted with a fatal malady. Your cosmos is pure ego.”
The hardest thing I do
I need to read
A piece of my heart was already here