Innocent Part IV
The Prodigal son returns and all is as it was and yet...
It was odd the way some things all at once were strange and familiar. Of course, it was simply that I hadn’t been back to my hometown all that much in the past two years and only the summers and Christmas for the three before that. I was on my way to becoming an architect, following in my father’s footsteps and five years in, two to go, I had a choice. I could drop out now and simply be qualified as a structural designer/...
