Chapter 43: A Promise to Fulfil

I picked up Audrey from her home, as planned. All polite, and all in disciplined fashion, as if the universe was oblivious to any of my undergoings. That was the hardest part to take. Had I lived at one hundred miles per hour, things blowing off in all directions, hearing rattles or tectonic plates moving under my feet I would have succumbed to this direction and gone with the flow. It would have fitted the bill with agents tracking my moves, expecting car-chases or other supernatural phenomena taking the gloss off all mentioned above. But everything proceeded in a slow and organized conformity, fitting established patterns, and I felt I had a huge, dark, billowed cloud hanging over my head. In times of catastrophe, natural or manmade disaster, people suffering from melancholy are usually the calmest. That's because SOMETHING IS HAPPENING. The norm is overturned. Things move in their favor. They don't wish any harm, but their lives start to matter, all of a sudden.