It's Hard Not To Respond

We Want To Climb In With You,' Dermot Said. 'we'll All Sleep Better.' That Seemed Incredibly Weird And Creepy To Me - Or Maybe I Only Thought It Should Have. I Was Simply Too Tired To Argue. I Climbed In The Bed. Claude Got In On One Side Of Me, Dermot On The Other. Just When I Was Thinking, I Would Never Be Able To Sleep, That This Situation Was Too Odd And Too Wrong, I Felt A Kind Of Blissful Relaxation Roll Through My Body, A Kind Of Unfamiliar Comfort. I Was With Family. I Was With Blood. And I Slept.

My First Word For The New Year Was 'exsanguinate.' This Was Probably Not A Good Omen.

Hoyt Was By Himself Right Under One Of The Portable Lights Rigged Up For The Occasion. He Had His Hands Thrust In His Pockets, And He Looked More Serious Than I’d Ever Seen Him. There Was Something Strange About The Sight, And After A Second I Figured Out Why. It Was One Of The Few Times I’d Ever Seen Hoyt Alone.

This Must Be The Legendary Yankee Rudeness

Should I Just Bite You, And End It All?", He Whispered. "i Would Never Have To Think About You Again. Thinking About You Is An Annoying Habit And One I Want To Be Rid Of.