Little Deaths

ready for a little while yet.

You do eat lamb?

Whatever.

Well, um, have

a nlce bath.

Oh, we thought you might enjoy

a small aperitif before dinner.

What?

A glass of wlne.

Yeah. Oheers.

How's it going?

Too good for

the likes of her.

Sorrow, I ask you.

She's all right then?

She's perfect.

You are clever.

I feel like a little

girl on Ohristmas morning.

Oh, I didn't think bad

girls like you got presents.

[Chuckling]

H m.

[Gentle knocklng]

(Vlctorla)

Sorrow?

Yeah?

I'm just golng

to set dlnner.

Oool, I 'll be

a minute.

Wonderful.

I can't walt for

you to taste thls.

(Rlchard, off) For what

we are about to recelve,

may the Lord make

us truly grateful.

And thanks unto him for

delivering Sorrow to our doorstep.

The Lord Jesus

is a caring shepherd

and watches over even the most

hopelessly lost of his flock.

Amen.

This looks delicious.

I just hope

Sorrow enjoys it.

I'm actually

not that hungry.

Well, eat

what you can.

Richard, pour her

some more wine.

Are you not-are you not having any?

We don't drink.

But we do llke o

provlde for our guests.

H m. You don't know

what you're missing.

Tell you what, Sorrow,

you just help yourself.

[Wlne pourlng]

So, tell me Sorrow,

how did you end up

sleeping rough?

Don't worry. You

can confide in me.

I've heard very many

hard luck stories.

Some of them

quite shocking.

It's true.

Rlchard gets qulte

overcome sometlmes.

I do admire a man

who's not afraid to cry.

My father always said he

was a bit of a weakling

but men have to move with

the times, don't they?

U h, really there's

not that much to tell.

But there must be.

You'll feel so much better

for getting it off your chest.

So what

was it? Drugs?

Or was bad old Daddy sneaking

in for a quickie every night?

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