Not just momentarily bored, but chronically and perpetually bored. As the president of his own company, he had met and surpassed his own personal life...goals by the ripe old age of 45 and was now struggling with “what next?” He had everything he wanted: a private jet, a yacht, luxury cars, servants, a huge California mansion and a vacation home in the Caribbean. And yet, Evan was bored. Even the upcoming holidays did nothing to spark his interest. He knew he would be invited to his parents’. He pulled over unexpectedly in a lay-by and sternly lectured me on decorum."You may look like Claudia and you may sound like Claudia but once someone that has been real close to her gets into your stuck-up knickers they will know right away you are not the real thing. So don't be spreading those knees for any of her intimate friends no matter how desperate you are to get some dick in your untalented fanny."This really infuriated me and I wanted to punch him right in his ugly smug face because I. Our life in the Wrigley. Harold’s whores. Vanessa’s restaurant. A nude elevator operator. Even the titty bar seems innocent. Comparatively.Quiet, determined Pilar has Walker speaking Spanish every day. He sounds fluent to my untrained ear.Walker seems more centered these days. And I attribute some of that to Pilar’s calming influence. Although it certainly helps that those spastic growth spurts of his have stopped. At least for now. Six feet, two inches is plenty for a 15-year old.Walker’s new. As the keep's farmers and smiths kept up their work, seemingly oblivious to the cold, a cloaked figure moved unnoticed by the townspeople and moved discretely but shivering through the marketplace. The figure, unlike those surrounding it was not used to the cold, since it had undertaken the long journey to Winterfell every day for them it had felt like they were going to die. Like they were heading into a frozen wasteland which no living thing could survive. Each day the figure felt a little.