You may proceed no further, and I must ask you to leave.”I sighed. “I see that I must demonstrate to you why you are wrong, again. Master Borri, w...uld you please stand in the center? I promise that nothing I am going to do will cause you any harm, although you may be discomfited by it briefly.”Borri moved to the center of the room, where months ago the Greybeards had shouted at me. I motioned for my companions to move back. I heard Lydia whisper, “Let’s get behind that pillar, I suspect there. "I don't think the length of his hair has anything to do with his sex life. And even if it did -- there happens to be people who enjoy making love with their own sex, you know. Whose business is it to anybody but them?"Curt let the subject drop, but he did think Karol's last comment was a strange one for her to make. For her to defend the boy himself was one thing, for her to bring in the subject of queers and defend them too wasn't like her. Or was it? She'd always been what he'd call a pretty. Him and His Wife Traveled a Lot So They Did Not see Him A Lot, Kelly Had Decided To See About Getting A Job There, They Really Did Not Need The Money As Bill Made More Than Enough But She Just Needed Something To Get Her Out Of The House. She Had Applied and been Hired on the Spot. She Had Been Paired With Mary, She Was A Few Years Older than Kelly, They Worked the Evening Shift and after 5 pm it was Pretty Much Dead. They Usually Just Stocked The Shelves, Mopped And Cleaned Till They Closed Up. The noise that he hears inside hurts his head, infiltrates him, panics him, and attacks him as if the noise is trying to personally piss him off. In the way of a foul stench suddenly appearing in his nose, noise leaks in his home and fills his ears as if it’s blood oozing beneath the cracks of his door, dripping from his ceiling, and crawling through the crevices of his windows. Everywhere he looks, he sees red. Everywhere he looks, he sees blood, the blood of his victims and the blood of his.