I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell -- Fall 1967

I smiled at my son. "That sounds like a lovely option," I said. "We'll finish eating and can leave the mess for later so we can have fun with the game." I was testing the theory... if Remus was starting some not quiet that healthy of coping mechanisms, he probably would not let the mess go. That just made me even more worried about him than I normally was.