The town we lived in there was the rain, like clockwork throughout the day, and a heavy feeling to the air, like the condensation point was on the verge of being reached, or if not that then something uncanny had pulled the breath form your lungs, I would’ve thought this second point highly unlikely going into this weekend, all the way up until Friday; but all the way up until that point, I would have said quite baldly that there was nothing else comprising this town, just the rain forever, and television, if you even count that. There was nothing I could do to explain the inconsistencies, so I left it in the past, or the imagined past, which ever it may be. XXX “Well, nights not getting any younger, follow me,“ my aunt said, and led them down the hallway toward her room.
