Rude and unsettling were much nicer words than any of the ones that Bill had come up with. There was no doubt in his mind that the owl arrived with the gift, now, whether or not she opened it was something else.
Sitting there all day drinking tea could only be improved by a big greasy English breakfast. Bill watched his sister, The Saviour, make breakfast, sipping at his tea, not really seeing or focusing on anything in the room, but rather the mess in his head. So much so that he was startled when Ginny spoke to him again.
"Oh, there've been others. Or maybe it is really just all one big fight. I don't fucking know." Bill picked up his cup and glanced at his sister over the rim. "I think I'm done."