Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
“Oh, I don’t know. I guess it’s inevitable, those things we lose, what with time and age and—”
“The living wounds of fifty years of failure.” Peabody, elbows on the table, watched her. “Tell me about the first time.”
“Our first failure, you mean.” She took a deep breath. “Well, that’d be the night of our honeymoon.”
“Your honeymoon?”
“Like I said, we didn’t want to wait. Still don’t, as a matter of fact. And so it was a very quick ‘I do’ with a Justice of the Peace—”
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