Excerpts from, “There is no novel”
On any given day he was apt to stop by Harold’s and sit under the Terebinth tree on the brass bench Harold called “the throne”.
Harold rarely came out to join him at the throne but he would at least appear behind the screen door and shout out things like, “punch drunk and the boogie man” or “rest in peas and freschetta”.
Mileada always wiped her mouth twice after each bite. Once in a brash manner like a barbarian knocking blood off his jowls and then again very daintily like a young princess at a formal dinner. Harold was very taken with Mileada and on the rare occasion that she walked past his house he would shout out from the upstairs window, “pale moon falling into the sea” and “blinding light and moth dust” and other veiled references to his love for her. She pretended not to notice but she would have been very sad if Harold failed to call out to her.