Merry Christmas, Mary

HE officer left to obey. The Air Chief lay back weakly on the couch and rested quietly. He seemed to be summoning his last reserves of strength. And Wrane Randall could only wait helplessly for death to come. Guards came, took him back to the small hospital where his features had been changed. Orderlies took…

A quoted Bob Sanderson, as we stood  LAS, poor Yorick. I knew him well,” with a group of fellow students gazing at the grinning ghastly thing of bones. It had arrived at the studio that morning and was already mounted in its corner terribly still, it stood, and with an air of serene dignity. But…