The work that was taking place to restore the façade was, in itself, a façade.
And so it was, on the consultant’s stern command-slash-suggestion, that Lord Blight was enlisted for his aid.
In retrospect, the purchasing of the interior of the crater might have been a rash move.
Out of all the windows in his house this was the only one to present an issue, and it was a significant one.
Today was the day, he was sure of it. He could feel it in his very bones, and as he knew the bones were a truer source of knowledge than just about anything.