The new is always hiding in the old.
Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted…
Then she saw him, the veil of ignorance pulled back suddenly and with no warning.
She could no more fill it with food and drink than one can fill an entire living-room with only memories of the departed.