01-05-2022, 11:35 AM
For the first time, Zechariah actually looked at Dr. Wells. What was his first name? What were his thoughts? What did he read? Did he read Oscar Wilde … or did he sympathize for other reasons?
He feared he was the only mandrake left in Whitby ever since the trial. Zechariah watched him from the corners of his eyes, weighing the pros, the cons, the pointlessness of renting a nice cabin just to keep pretending he was the same man who graced the courtrooms. Was this one handsome enough to die over were he wrong?
“I expect good wine and better weather for that.”
Apparently.
His hand swept out to snatch the diaphragm of the stethoscope, dragging his thumb loudly across it.
“Where were you, when you heard the news?”
He feared he was the only mandrake left in Whitby ever since the trial. Zechariah watched him from the corners of his eyes, weighing the pros, the cons, the pointlessness of renting a nice cabin just to keep pretending he was the same man who graced the courtrooms. Was this one handsome enough to die over were he wrong?
“I expect good wine and better weather for that.”
Apparently.
His hand swept out to snatch the diaphragm of the stethoscope, dragging his thumb loudly across it.
“Where were you, when you heard the news?”
