Wheeling Gull Isle swega

“The babies are evil,” he implies and blinks. He states it so matter-of-factly and with such a blatant inflection, the way only a child can.  He is oblivious of the severity of this claim. It simply is. Mal and Dinny had been whispering it since the birth of the babies. He hadn’t agreed. He’d wanted them to be his own. But it had stayed in his thoughts, and now he was believing it, too.