C37 Heartless :The Don

Proserpina

I didn't see him after we had breakfast. When we had met him on our way back upstairs, he glanced indifferently at the twins who were cleaned, fed and rarin' to go, obviously excited by their new surroundings. They had turned their heads in unison, gazing expectantly when they saw him; after all, apart from me, he was the only other familiar face in this mausoleum of a residence