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Chronicles of Arkham 9: Winter

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—
the loneliness of it—the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it,
the whole story doesn't show.
Andrew Wyeth

Dan at Betty's party. "It's winter, isn't it a bit cool for swimsuits?"

"We don't think so."

Daniel had by now met most of the Dailies - and was a little tired of being pursued by EACH of them!

"What can I say? I must just be a very attractive guy."

While he was fond of all of them, Mocha was the one who shared his taste in pasta, even if he did eat it very fast.

"Um - Dan, I have to tell you something, but I have to go to work. Come stay at mine tonight and we'll talk."

But she chickened out.

"It would make sense for us to share a house."

"Er - why?"

"Oh - no reason, really."

She actually had a very large house, but only occupied a small part of it.

"As you can see, it is rather bare. I haven't had much to spend on it, and it is SO big."

Her cats took up more of the house than she did. Cats do that, expand to fill all available space.

Now and then Dan took time to return to his basement and read some more of that book.

"I don't understand this part: it looks like some kind of mathematics. But it doesn't make sense. 'The Yog-Sothoth Postulate: Each zero-dimensional point by its omni-symmetry contains infinite dimensions.' I don't even...?"

He resolved to do a logic course to try to find out more. But then Mocha's baby arrived, and they were very busy around to arranging the wedding.

Chronicles of Arkham 10

Sita January 31, 2015