I was about to write down that nothing happened today. Or, as a subnote, little that I was aware of. For it is unusual not to record anything.
But then Lyle returned.
He was alone. It was not what I had expected. This morning he left with Flowers into the third district to meet the merchant’s parents.
They had reached the street on which they reside, when ahead on the stair before their house they spied Stan waiting.
Flowers made an abrupt about face and evaporated from sight.
Lyle continued on and confronted Stan. But Stan would have none of that and dismissed him when Lyle had no mark to show when asked.
I think the gates are closing forever.