Fig ment . Started to slip, there. Another little fright is the fact that the demon impersonates me well enough to go relatively unnoticed over the years by those around me. Anything odd gets chalked up to personality quirks. Eccentricities of the rich.
People change as they get older.
It's sickening to think that even my wife is capable of justifying some of the things it's done. But then, maybe you're no longer the woman I married. Bang on the glass all you want, no one's listening. I mean, it's not as if I'm privy to anything. I can't read its mind.