His anger could be felt in stomp of feet on the floor. The slam of a door exclaimed his rage and there were holes in the walls where his words had failed him. Pushed beyond that, it was the look in his eye, the vast crazed hazel that glowed particularly ember. Where Neil Breslyn was not articulate, his mood was an exclamation! Unfortunately for Neil, Sylvia was a woman of principal. She was not easily moved by emotion, her own included. She was merciful to children, the sick, the dying or infirmed but would not make provision outside of sensible charity. Sylvia was a mind over matter sort, one whose feelings from this day or that did not determine her contribution. This arrangement did not work well for Neil who functioned within the realm of being the exception. That is to say that for him, standard must remain fluid and allow for his mood on any given day. He could not be counted on to be one kind of man or another, he was only ever to be understood! It was a charm at the beginni
