That voice.“What did I instruct you?”Low.Soft.Immediate.Raspy.Smoothened by years of instruction.L14 bowed in abject reverence.Not obedience.Reverence.The portraits lowered their eyes along with hers.The chandeliers contributed their trembling deference.The mansion converted.In sync.In rhythm.Its very heartbeat.His. Tap.Tap.Tap.The polished white cane traced the marble.Never a bruising beat.A gripping one.A guiding one.One measured tap.After another.The Fedora, tipped.The gentleman stepped forward.Composed.Unhurried.An … Continue reading The House Instructs