Chapter 469 Coping Mechanisms

• The days quickly blended into weeks. A couple of months went by. Rudolph Delano arrived home late at night, most times, smelling like he had been in the arms of some woman or the other.
• Proserpina noticed the change in her son but said nothing. She watched Siobhan, who had become a ghost of herself, green eyes no longer bright, keeping a generally low profile, but immersed in her work.
• The young woman rarely went out with her colleagues, “ I have a paper to submit,” she would say, or “I don’t feel well…”