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Powder and Feathers: Chapter Fifty-Six
Michael. Colm comes home from Berlin and goes to meet Paddy and De.
It seems to Aimé Deverell that there is very little point to life, except for what pleasures can be enjoyed before the grave.
That philosophy shatters like glass when he meets Jean-Pierre, an angel.
COLM
He got the train from Berlin to London, the next train from London up to Liverpool, and then got the ferry home to Dublin. It took nearly two days instead of a few hours, but it was worth it not to have to fucking fly, and honestly, he slept a lot of the way there.
When he got to Pádraic’s, it was evening time, and the sense of warmth and peace that came from inside washed over him like a warm wave, and he grinned to himself as he kept walking up the path, his bag over his shoulder. He could hear laughter from outdoors, could hear the bounce of the trampoline as George and Bedelia bounced on it together — he could feel the pleasure they were feeling, feel the joy from the both of them.
Stepping inside, he felt Brigid’s sense of comfort, resting at ease on the warmth of Paddy’s feet, fizzle into abrupt alert, and she barked loudly as she ran to the door. She needed the fur on the pads of her paws…
