<div style="text-align: center">《Miles》<br/>
Location: Leavenworth<br/>
Present: Carla <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/large-1598473238-e908776a59dcdce06c33d52939dad74b-jpg.133463/" title="large-1598473238-e908776a59dcdce06c33d52939dad74b.jpg">
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</div>"Kennedy?" For some reason Miles couldn't imagine him with a hammer in his hand. "Well, we obviously didn't talk enough when he was here. I'll have to give him a call." He could use some help around the place, and with Loretta gone, and thus her desire for solitude, there wasn't any reason he couldn't make this a place where people could stay and pull together. He just had to pick the right ones.<br/><br/>"Yeah, no…" he was staring at the grave site like it was the first time. He had waited for the last possible moment, until her body had gone cold and those first guttural stirrings of the death-life had begun to show signs. It wasn't until her eyes had opened, dead-fish-eyes white and staring at the sky, that he gave her to the final death. He had braided a strand of her hair around his wrist. He fingered it now as he thought of those last moments with her. For the life of him, he couldn't even remember what they were talking about.<br/><br/>"I'm ah, going to clear out the winery," he told Carla. "It's time, and the place could be repurposed now that Dryden's growing." Miles shook his head. "Don't know how many more Hale or others like him might send fleeing."<br/><br/>He thought about approaching Abendblume and giving them that option, but then he couldn't see it going well. Knowing what he knew about Hale the man would be as likely to kill them and take things for himself if he knew it was out there.<br/><br/>"Anyway, I appreciate you coming by," he said. "Loretta would have been touched that you did."