Something in the Walls

Chapter Thirty-Eight

THIRTY-EIGHT

I’m thinking about the ice. Thinking about the pyres on the Green climbing toward the arch of the heavens. A flower crown is placed, Caesar-like, over my head. It makes me look ethereal; green-gray leaves of sage and sprigs of fresh rosemary studded with little purple flowers, cow parsley and borage with its pale, watery blues and star-shaped blooms.

I am a Goddess. I am an ascending angel. I am speaking in tongues.

Bert says, it is time for your Riddance, Mina Ellis.