Agatha considered the cost. To never name again: to forget and forbid herself the vocabulary of a person who had once mattered. It would be a violence against memory, a lobotomy of the tongue. But in the ledger's terms, it would be payment.
"No," Vega answered. "You can give us a new account, move the ledger, make different debts. We prefer active accounts. Dormant things are easier to feed." Parasited.22.10.17.Agatha.Vega.The.Attic.XXX.10...
Agatha kept her hand on the banister because habit steadies panic. The key in her pocket pressed into her palm, warm from her skin, and she thought of returning downstairs and pretending the attic had been an empty coffin of memories. She thought of her brother's last laugh on the phone, twelve days ago, when he'd joked about inherited curses and attic spiders. That laugh had stopped being a joke when the calls had stopped. Agatha considered the cost