This has been a weird week, of weddings and funerals and family and old
friends. Of parties and get-togethers and introducing Archer to all of
my shadows. A true homecoming.
Tonight
I brought Archer over to an old friend's house. She hadn't seen him
since last summer and was in town for the wedding, having a family
party. So we crashed it. Upon arrival, Archer hid behind me for half an
hour. He immediately buried his face in my coat, like he does, and
slowly came out of his snail-shell to blink at the dozens of waving
hands.
Slowly, he slid down from my lap and landed with a thud on the
floor, where he crawled to the nearest coffee table and hid, as he so
commonly does, when surrounded by strangers.
And then. DUNT. DUNT. DUUUUUUUNT! It happened...
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