Clamorous Harbingers
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
-Macbeth V.vi
About 11:30, Andi slipped out of bed and started feeling around for her clothes. I turned on a bedside light and just watched her beautiful body as she gathered her things together.
“Do you have to leave?”
“Curfew,” she said. “What’s fair for the daughter is fair for the…”
A little video clue in Chapter 26 of For Toil and Trouble.