Even as, descending towards the pit, they slip from watch, he finds himself, house once more, to the Blue-Haired Fairy's pillowy lap. Tenderly, clucking and sighing and, it could be, weeping, she goes about him from head to shredded shins, screening the hinges, brushing away the vermin and pizza crumbs, kissing the sore spots. "Poverino!" She ra… Read More