142 Lethe Street

There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Of course, you didn’t listen. Not that it would have mattered anyway. Tik Tok. Tik Tok.

Fate is truth. And so here you are, my dear Evangeline. Here you are. Can't you see it now? Your destiny mapped out before you - the routes all different but the destination inevitable. Can you see them? Your mother and aunt hushing into silence – the gentle allusions to my secrets s? My voice echoing in your waking sleep?

Oh, I am sorry, dear , does it hurt? Don't cry. It will be over soon.

This could have been avoided if you had just listened.

The perfect choice I suppose. Predictable but perfect. A willing sacrifice.

Don’t look so gloomy, dear.

If it’s any consolation, you’re not the only one. Being human and all. Needing to know is embedded in you. Some things are better left alone dear. Like space. But they’ll learn that the hard way.

Where was I?

Oh yes. You remember Madelinka? Of course you do! No one forgets their first love. Let’s just say she couldn’t resist the itch. There was no family move to Montana.

Ha! Watch.

Oh, don’t mind the screams, dear. She was always so dramatic, you remember. It’s almost poetic. If a little Rossetti. I was never a fan. Too whiney.

Odd. I’m not usually such an, um, open door. You have always been my favourite. I suppose I should thank you, your family is definitely thanking you, as long as I stand, they will remain comfortable. It’s all in the contract.

….oh, you’re gone. Well, thanks for the company, and the sacrifice. Welcome Home, dear.