❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Aunt Teddy what is the matter? you seem pissed off about something, if it’s something I’ve done you need to tell me what it is, as I can’t think what it could be at the moment.
“I’m sorry, Mason,” Teddy snapped irritably. “It’s just been a rough day; I’m really busy. Can’t you find someone else to annoy for a couple hours?”
