Chapter 33

• CHARLES
• I was unable to turn away from the clock as it ticked and it tocked. The clamor was nearly treatment to my ears as I zeroed in on the development of the hand as time passes, demonstrating that time won't ever stop. In any event, when it seemed like it did, the hand was everlastingly going... tick... tock.
• The clock was the main thing I at any point kept from my folks. It was consistently the ideal interruption for me all through my life as a youngster when there were a ton of things I needed to disregard. From the shouting, crying, punching, and killing... all I needed to do was take a gander at the clock and harmony would cover me like a warm cover on a virus evening.