Ah - I apologize for the late notice, but I was just informed that my brother has arranged a Halloween party at my father's estate. It's a masquerade ball. If anyone is available tomorrow night, I would appreciate an escort. I'm afraid it is formal attire and involves masks and probably Very Boring conversation, but company in this treachery would be a godsend.
[ Odd how as though no time had passed, he slips into my arms and finds a familiar groove. I begin to wonder if that groove was cut in his shape long before I knew it was his shape that completed it - or if it is merely in my mind that there is a hole, perfectly cut to match his form, where he belongs.
Curious that I should feel better, now, than I have this whole time. ]