Monday, July 1st

The next evening, Christian fetched Patrick for breakfast and pressed two packs of cigarettes into his hand, but no one else talked to him. He ate, then trudged forlornly back to his room where he finished off the second bottle. He thought Margaret might have brought him food at one point, but the memories were smeared and he couldn't be sure.

Night three started with a flaming red sky. Patrick tried to hide his head under his pillow. He still heard the ...