(This little scene take place in May the week before Memorial Day [making Grimalkin the very first victim of the effect!], on a largely deserted street in Riverside; the tune is original, and I’m hoping to have my sisters record it as a duet.) Sometimes when he touched her, she’d melt beneath his fingertips, but other times she flinched like a whipped dog. He thought he’d drown in her eyes like pools of dark brown coffee, except those days when all he saw was ice and fea