- Vol. 03
- Chapter 04
Thoughts on being led by a title
Yes they’re almost certainly American; his denim dungarees, her pinafore, their, slightly puritanical, faces tempered by early morning milking and harvesting ‘til sunset.
But the only hint of ‘Gothic’ is that window, something of a frippery in a clapboard farmhouse, with its blind pulled down so no one can see what lies within.
And somehow, one word conjures a third inhabitant, the daughter/dragon, son/shape-shifter, safely shielded from the baying hordes by a lace-edged blind, a mother’s love, and a father who’s pretty nifty with a pitchfork.