"He is the house and the house is him."
Claymore's words pealed in her head, back and forth and back and forth like a church bell.
She sat in the car, staring through the workmen coming and going to repair the smoke damage within. "He is the house and the house is him." Carolyn drummed her fingers angrily on the steering wheel before resting her head on its cold vinyl. Could a fire destroy everything?
"Gull Cottage is a ship, and the voyage, ours, Madame!" His thoughts rang loudly in her head. He materialized beside her. "We sail together, always."