Chapter 36

The day had started peacefully. He might even say he felt a little ecstasy swimming in his veins when he reminded himself of his ultimate plans for the day. He hummed to the tune ‘A Hymn to God the Father’ by John Donne and his gait got a skip in the step and a few snapping of fingers here and there when he reached,

“I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun

My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;

But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son

Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;

And, having done that, thou hast done;

I fear no more.”

Akuma Waai Archaíos felt elated, like walking on the clouds, as he chose his favorite suit from his leisure collection for the very special occasion and took his time matching wolf-head studs for the cuffs with diamonds for wolf-eyes. Y danced, having given an altogether different meaning to Donne’s metaphysical poetry, and picked up the little female dog he had named ‘Mrs. Poodles’ simply becau