Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: Part 4

The next morning was bright and clear, and already warm by the time I came down to breakfast at eight o’clock. Mother and Daddy were already sitting at the table. Daddy had that crease between his brow, which could only mean Mother had already told him about my escapade the night before. Slinking into my…

Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 2

We joined a group of dancers, allowing our limbs to flap wildly in time with the music. A tall man, a few years older, gestured to me and held out his hand. I took it, and let him spin me around. Giddy laughter escaped. This was what I came for. The excitement, the people. To…