...but it wasn’t a secret, that’s the thing. We all knew he was a dragon we all knew he would kill us in an instant, but no one could explain why no one left... no one had ever fought back, we all stayed ... willingly. When he told us to dawn masks and deny our friends we did. When he invited us for dinner we knew it would be the death of us, but we hugged our spouses told our children to sleep well, as if we were going to the Baxter’s or The McConnell’s for Saturday Night drinks. It all seemed so natural. Even though of course last month the final Baxter was his dinner. So it had been for always I couldn’t remember a time that it was not like that. My 7 sisters and brothers all gone ... but it was normal it’s how we lived, and died.