“This is the House”

  Roscoe tells me he thinks I’m getting better. I don’t know why he brings it up like that, from nowhere. It starts me thinking. I don’t feel much better. I haven’t been comfortable going out after dark for months. I count back. Three months? Four? ‘It’s all ended well,’ he says. ‘Has it?’ ‘It’s ending well, then. At least, not badly.’ He sits back, and appraises me. ‘I can’t see it,’ I tell him. ‘Well you’re still with us, for one thing. Aren’t you?’ ‘Barely,’ I want to say, but I’m not quite sure how it’d be interpreted, and … Continue reading “This is the House”