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>> Sissy's Revelation <<

In Fair Haven, shortly before the Venture building was located by Frank Sumner, another unfolding had occurred. "Marcus! Gimme a kiss. Come in, come in." The house was a mix of tidy hominess and working artist's clutter. Easels, long work tables and stacked sketch pads dominated not because they were the most prominent features inside, but because they were the most unusual. "What's got you here? Shouldn't you be working? Come-on, sit down. You don't look good. You're not sick?" She moved a large quilt in progress from the couch and pulled up a cozy chair opposite leaning in close, uneasy at his demeanor. She didn't pester him too far, very uneasy of his eyes. Chances are, had he said nothing and left, she would have known quite a bit from the look in those eyes alone. "No. I'm not sick. I'm.. weary, confused. Sis, I've been doing some serious thinking. I have come to the conclusion that half of my life makes no sense. You are all protecting me. There have always been these bits of queerness here and there, but in small doses, you know?" "I know." "You do? Sembro io essere come innocente come ero come un bambino?" "Marcus, noi tutti devono crescere su. Noi perdiamo la nostra innocenza." "Sis, cosa accade se Lei si spoglia via innocenza e Lei trova un mostro? Siamo noi una famiglia di bestie?" "Marcus! What a strange question! Our family is the purest, most decent.." "The bigger family! Sis. You are protecting me. Why?" Sissy shuttered as she saw what his countenance had become. It wasn't age, or