the_trail_of_candles_three fyn gula When i arrived at home, i could feel a presence in the dark house, even when i turned on the lights. i was not frightened, because our dog was wagging its tail. there was familiarity in the air. suddenly, hilary appeared. she was holding a sprig of large purple grapes in her hand. the look on her face was what people appear like when they are caught doing something illegal. "what are you doing here?" i asked. i was numb, unable to comprehend the gravity of anything. "look at these grapes," she said, and her eyes filled with tears. 000309 what's it to you? who go blather from