"We are all a bit of a mess of things, coming together, aren't we?" Henry said with a soft laugh. But he had seen the Gray Man shuffling about Henrietta two years ago, and he had seen him shuffling about Henrietta a few months back. And then there was Colin Greenmantle, and--the whole lot of it made Henry unnerved, leery, ultimately frightened. But it was good, Henry supposed, to know that the Gray Man was not a loose end. The Sargent women had good judge of character, Henry had found. Henry trusted the process.
He gestured at his back. "Hole in the ground. Wait, did I show you--when we all had those words on our back?" He thought, suddenly, that he might have avoided it at Prom. So he sighed and shrugged. Now, everyone knew. "Yes. Yes, I was kidnapped when I was ten."
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Date: 2016-07-30 07:55 am (UTC)He gestured at his back. "Hole in the ground. Wait, did I show you--when we all had those words on our back?" He thought, suddenly, that he might have avoided it at Prom. So he sighed and shrugged. Now, everyone knew. "Yes. Yes, I was kidnapped when I was ten."