Chapter 33: Rule #33: Attempt to Combine Wisdom with Power.

Beauregard.

She was in her room, where else would she feel comfortable in this house. This living memorial to Antonia Domenico. I didn't knock, I didn't gently open the door, the dress I had purchased for her was discarded and in a pile on the floor, the sweatpants I had given her on her first morning here were thrown on in replacement of the overpriced designer dress. Her hair still braided, she looked even more fragile than I had ever seen her.

"You're completely right in every ounce of judgment you have come to of me. In every conclusion and every assumption, presumption, or evaluation you've made. I am. Exactly. Everything and all of it." I said.

My emotions that I had tried to hold so tightly to my chest were unraveling, I panted against the pace I had set to get in the house. Beatrice looked at me as if I was a mad man, and perhaps I was.