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for his arm felt right where it was, and I didn't wish to discourage him.
"Perhaps you would like to clean up?" he asked softly. "I could lend
you some clothes while yours wash..." His voice trailed off and his eyes,
silvery blue, stared into mine. I felt as if I were captured and sinking
slowly into the depths of his soul.
I nodded, and he began to lead me out of the hellish darkness to the
street, which although not well-lit seemed like the brightest of heavens to me.
I relaxed visibly as we reached the first street light, and he allowed me to
rest a moment and catch my breath before moving on to his home.
As we stepped inside the house, I was surprised to see how empty it
seemed. He glanced at me, and saw my puzzled expression. "I rent the house,"
he explained. "And I am not yet fortunate enough to have found a roomate." He
reached up to turn on the light, and a chandelier overhead lit the foyer.
I should explain. The houses along the streets by this cemetery were
the oldest houses in the town, and many were decorated in keeping with the time
in which they were bu
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