Wolf Worm

There were four of us around the kitchen table that night—or more accurately, three of us at the table and Rose cooking fiendishly as if she could unmake what had happened to us by sheer force of biscuits.

Saul ate them too. Does he digest them normally, or does he have to cast them up again, like owl pellets? I should ask. Later.

After two changes of bathwater, Saul looked infinitely better.

His back was probably still a horror show, but if you couldn’t see that, he just looked like a very tired human.