Chapter • 88

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱

Of course.

The sky was clear, but I couldn’t remember the name of that color. It was the same color as that woman’s eyes, the eyes that shone when they looked at me.

"Loren, darling" she called me, called me like Dad called me.

I didn’t like it when they called me like Dad did, but when it was her... it didn’t bother me.

"Hi... I came" I said as I sat there on the grass.

Dad would be angry if I sat on that grass? I had gone to the doctor every day and had been a good boy, he would not be angry right?

The woman’s hand touched my face - it was hot.

"It’s okay," she said as she looked at me and the twinkle in her eyes seemed to increase, it was almost like she was like Uncle Belphegor. She seemed to understand what I thought, even if I didn’t tell her.

I automatically put both hands on my head.

"It’s ugly to read people’s heads without asking permission," I said as a beak formed in my mouth.

Dad always fought with Uncle Bell. I didn’t want him to fight w