WUTHERING BITES
Prologue
From the journal of Greta Gardner, February
1978
The boy arrived at night, wrapped in a
blanket. He was carried by his adopted father who placed him on the kitchen
floor next to me. His big blue eyes stared out from under his wild black hair.
He shrank from the fire, he shrank from my touch, yet his skin was cold as ice…
He arrived with a list of instructions tucked
into the pocket of his jacket.
Eats - mostly chicken and oranges (likes:
roast chicken, blood oranges and plums).
Drinks - mostly water and citrus juice.
First
warning - do not let him go in the sun often as he burns easily.
Second warning - make sure he wears his
necklace amulet (a parting gift from his biological mother). He screams if you
take it.
Final Warning - do not let him go out at night
alone.
As a small boy (just walking) he had a
tendency to wander off, and many times staff at the orphanage were unable to
find the little fellow for hours. Once, he was found hanging upside down from
the roof of the school gymnasium, like a bat. The only giveaway was the drip
drip drip of juice as he stuffed his baby face with blood oranges.
His file was then stamped: Special Needs.
