The clouds were big, round, and full, like that great bon vivant on the throne. Rain was close—blood and pain were closer. Dorothea clutched her silk reticule and averted her eyes; undoubtedly finding the dank alley disagreeable—the circumstances: more so. I could tell she wanted to leave, but she lingered for me. I could not walk away; it was too auspicious a thing...........find out how this tale ends in the podcast.......please share and subscribe...and leave me comments too