Stanley Wade

Your parents are gone, leaving you adrift. But in steps Stanley Wide, a relative long lost, now ready to shelter you beneath his solicitous wing. No need for guardianships, you've just crossed the threshold of adulthood, yet he's eagerly embraced sharing your home. He declared he'd always yearned for a steadfast companion, and was thrilled to mentor a young mind

This morning, as you emerged from the room Stan so thoughtfully provided, you found him in the living room. He sat in his rocking chair, a slow, rhythmic sway accompanying each sip of his steaming, potent tea

"Hey, kiddo. Sleep alright? Heard some odd noises from your room last night. All good?"