244: Happy Endings? Bah.

Slade looked down at the paired slabs of dark, polished stone jutting up from the cold ground--even in late August, it was far from warm in this part of Siberia--and slowly dropped down to a knee between the two of them, un-gloved hand resting on the rough top of the cool granite as he read the simple epitaph on the larger stone.


Pantha
?-2007
Жена, Мать и Любовь

//'Wife, mother, and beloved.'//

( unanswered old questions )