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Laurent has almost forgotten Auguste’s face. Now, looking at the portrait he brought back from Arles, he barely recognizes the man in it—whether it is Auguste or himself. Portraits were never accurate. It is a shame no statue of him was ever made in his lifetime.

When Laurent tries to recall Auguste’s face, Damen’s appears more and more often.Laurent still recognizes Auguste in small things, in his own habits. In the childish desire to eat sweets for breakfast — because Auguste alone indulged him in it. In his new mare, so like that “just a horse.” in the flowers growing in their garden beside those that now bear Eregia’s name.

Laurent no longer recognizes Auguste in his fencing style. He no longer speaks to him each month. This year, he chose to stay in bed instead of following the tradition of mourning Auguste through the night.

Buck: okay first of all Eddie did NOT own this house, he rented it. Second of all, he’s straight

Sheriff: I think you murdered your husband, Evan Buckley