Got a concerned message from a friend of my little sister. Turns out she was trying to kill herself again tonight. We got an ambulance to her place and she’ll be fine (for tonight anyway). I was on the phone with her right up ’til she got taken into custody. “Don’t worry about it, Sam,” she told me. (“It” being her death). “It’ll be great for your art.”

This one’s for you, Annabelle. You’ve always been the second most clever of the North children. I don’t want you to die. And – yeah – I’ll paint you a fucking painting and tell your story.