“Now the rose, that threw me for a while, couldn't understand why it was dried. But it wouldn't stay fresh buried underground, would it? The rose is there to represent love. Then the wretched photograph of the two of you.”
“What about the scarf and the tin?” I asked.
He pointed to the tin. “The Warp,” then the scarf, “...And the Weave.”
“And the seven paces? The tragedy? How do they fit in?”
“Bumfluff! Distractions! Consequences of an over-active investigative mind!”
“You know what to do?”
“Of course. You balance the equation!”
