Winter and Spring, Still at It

Like the worms, I’ve snuck up out of the ground during warm weather and crawled across the pavement—but I’ve been distracted by watching anxiously for birds. Like the worms, I’m going back underground until the frost is well and truly history. Some things need to be created in the dark, and Frederick’s betrayal is one of them. I’ll keep the curtains closed in The Room, and see how much dirt can be transformed.