Oh,
there was dancing somewhere, just now, in
harvest fields and spring fairs and spacious royal halls but
on the stony platform mist entered with villain's
portent but little else as
Esme(e) said, "We will adjust her life."
The
beads clacked 1 more time while the mist encircling
probed with seeming softness, wherein lies
the gravest peril, in softness, "We
will adjust her life."
It
was Haggerty she meant.
But
Esme(e)'s selfishness was not in this.
Violet
assessed.
Rose
and Elaine weighed Violet.
Carrie
was clasped by mist. It faded from her discovering
it had found her before
in Marin.
Cleo
caught her lip with a small white tooth. She whispered, "Elaine?"
"Esme(e)?"
from Elaine.
Esme(e)'s
brow was troubled.
"What
do you know?"
Esme(e)'s
brow grew stormy.
"What
have you seen?" Dumping the board against a
bevel, "What!"
Violet
spoke softly, "What about Haggerty?"
Esme(e)
showed them.
She
drew them.