Without them seeing, he quickly wrote a note, scribbling as much as he could remember from the blabbering behemoth in the black suit. It was a long shot, but he had to at least try and leave breadcrumbs just in case things went south, which they’d done within the past hour.
Inside were musty old rooms stripped of all but dusty old books, peeling paint, and treasures under stretching old iron roof sheets baking in the African sun. But it was home and it had been for ages. It kept me away from them, away from those that hung by the rafters, building their hollow nests to impregnate my kingdom with their venomous spawn.
Hey Loves. Air hugs to all of y’all. It’s my birthday month darlings and I am exciteeeeeeed. It’s been full, it’s been good and I just wanted to dish out all the awesomeness with y’all lovelies as always. It’s great to have you around. Okay, let’s get to it.