Chapter 4
Chapter 1.3 final
Lennon Derise Everest did not need to be told that he was special. What he needed to learn, and what he spent most of his childhood learning, was when to pretend that he was not.
He was an only child, of course. He would always be an only child, and everyone in the house knew it, and nobody ever said it aloud. His mother held him a little too tightly. His father came home earlier than he used to. The servants moved around him the way people move around a very full cup of tea, carefully and with their eyes on the rim.
His parents were a brain and a heart. They had tried once, and it had worked, and that was the whole of the story. The law of the world was simple about such things: either the child came, and was precious beyond measure, or the child did not come, and the door closed forever. In Lennon's case, the door had opened once and shut right behind him.
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