Sometimes Bill doesn’t leave with the light. Sometimes he stays with us and does little, or if he leaves, he comes right back. Then he goes back to his leaving with light and coming back with dark, which is something we don’t quite understand, but have decided it doesn’t matter. As long as he comes back to his place, all is well. Until it’s not.
Bill continues to go out every light and return every dark, but now he doesn’t stay. He also doesn’t write. He sheds his clothes, puts on others, takes his big bag, and doesn’t return for several darks and lights, which gets us to arguing as Ak wants to go after him.
“To where?” I insinuate. “It’s chaos out there, remember?”
“That would be better than this,” says Ak. “Maybe he’s not coming back. Maybe he has another place. Another Royal.”
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