FitzClarence Family
I wonder how much time has passed since I started eating alone in the corner of the ballroom?
When I couldn’t eat anymore, I grabbed a glass off a tray that a nearby maid was carrying. It was a glass of liquor with a smokey flavour that reminded me of the type of drink a middle-aged businessman would drink after a hard day’s work. In this case, it was used to soothe the aching heart of a middle-aged man. Continue reading