01-04-2022, 09:40 AM
There was silence at the knock. Then, a disgruntled, human sound within hearing distance through the door. Something scraped heavy nearby on the other side of the wall.
Zechariah had “fixed” most of the unscrewed chairs after Claude stopped coming around, but there had been a couple he missed screws on which had resulted in them actually breaking. The chair he had been sitting in by the door was one of them. Rather than swap it out, he had sat on the damned lopsided thing anyway.
Mr. Meijer had a 5 o’ clock shadow. His barber probably thought he had either gone back to London or died. (The barber did, indeed, wonder if Zechariah had died for he had not been kvetching for the entire last shave and trim about how he hated London’s wretched smell even worse than Whitby’s brimy breeze.)
The man before Dr. Wells did not look on the brink of death, but he did look miserable. He was doused in cologne, and just waved him in wordlessly.
Zechariah had “fixed” most of the unscrewed chairs after Claude stopped coming around, but there had been a couple he missed screws on which had resulted in them actually breaking. The chair he had been sitting in by the door was one of them. Rather than swap it out, he had sat on the damned lopsided thing anyway.
Mr. Meijer had a 5 o’ clock shadow. His barber probably thought he had either gone back to London or died. (The barber did, indeed, wonder if Zechariah had died for he had not been kvetching for the entire last shave and trim about how he hated London’s wretched smell even worse than Whitby’s brimy breeze.)
The man before Dr. Wells did not look on the brink of death, but he did look miserable. He was doused in cologne, and just waved him in wordlessly.
