Death From the Window (Chapter Two, To - "The Last Plantation")

The December frost was over Fayetteville, and even more so on its outskirts, where the three plantations were, where the Abernathy, Stanley and Wallace Plantations resided; from twilight on the Wallace plantation was pretty quiet, its owners resting, or preparing to go to bed. Wally was awake in the living room this evening, by the hearth, rubbing his hands together, feeling the warmth of the heat on his balding head, glowing and heating up the rugs his bare feet stood on, making his white milky skin a pinkish red, and there he stood, stood erect, silently stood listening to sounds of the flickering flames, coming off the dry wood in the health; the old man, Wally Wallace, 81-years old, felt younger than he should have, perhaps his nineteen-year old lover, made him feel that way.