Susan Takes ChargeChapter 4
“How’d you dare to tell me that I’m my father’s son, when that was just an accident of birth? I’d rather look around me, compose a better song. Cause that’s the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory, you’re a poorer man than me, as you lick the boots of Death, borne out of fear.” -Jethro Tull, “Wind-Up“ I left Maria and Jeanne to the decorating and went to prepare for meeting them and everyone else in Helen’s Study soon. (I figure hey, used to be a war room, probably...