The Boss absorbed the anger from Charles and began to explain:
“I thought you could use some company. Others of your own kind.”
“They are not ‘my kind’. Just because they LOOK sort of like me, does not mean we will get along.”
YOU were my kind of people, Charles thought.
The Boss knew what was in his heart.
“I am still everything you thought made me your kind of person. But I am other things too. Psychopomp. Trickster. You have some trickster in you, Charles. Don’t you sometimes like to unsettle people? Isn’t it amusing to do so? “
“He sure does like to scare people, especially ME and thats why I don’t like him.” Dahlarz called from the kitchen.
He had not yet noticed the sudden color change of the plants outside. A portent.
The Parent was not amused by the Primary Caretaker’s antics.
Some changes would be happening.
It was time, once again.