Proserpina

I watched Lucien as he prepared to leave. Frustration was writ large on his face as he was told by the pilot that they needed to wait a day; heavy snowfall in the area where he wished to go was preventing any kind of air traffic.

He thundered at the man but Beston stepped in quietly, his calm presence and sane voice saving the situation.

“Look, Boss,’ said the man, using his years of familiarity with Lucien to push his views forward,’ “Boss, flying into a blizzard is not going to help. It is dangerous.’

Lucien swore some more crude and violent abusive words that made me cringe. Beston...