Don Draper has a bad habit of throwing money at his problem. His latest problem is Michael Ginsberg.
The king is sick, and the prince is his cure.
And he shall cleanse the house with the blood of the bird, and with the running water, and with the living bird, and with the cedar wood, and with the hyssop, and with the scarlet:
But he shall let go the living bird out of the city into the open fields, and make an atonement for the house: and it shall be clean.
Peter gives Phil a bath.
October 14: En route to Varna, Seward must tell a fellow suitor what transpired one night at Hillingham.
Ammit consecrates her avatar to herself.
I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
Both blade and helve are clean ...
Boyd flees to the mountains. Ives pursues him.
Fowler and Bennett lock horns, again.
“Oh,” Qingming breathes out, his shoulders sinking deep with it, “how fortunate.”
Yes, Boya thinks, foolish and giddy and wrecked with affirmation, how fortunate.