The Peacock 1515

Alone in my room. My father's room, yes, but now it is my room. Mine. I haven't been back here a week, and more drama, more and more drama. I am the leader of this community. Why don't I decree that we disband? Each one on his own path, to get on with their lives. And what would I do, then? Find a nursing position, and either move into the condo and sell the house, or sell the house and move into the condo. And resume being completely and totally alone. Except for Erik. But what would Erik and I become? A couple? Married couple. Or simply too semi-closeted fags who can't get away from each other, but don't have the cojones to actually fuck each other. Nobody's going anywhere. God has thrown us together... Everyone's gone home now, or Sarah has gone back with Carol, anyway. I can hear Jesús going from the bathroom to his makeshift guestroom, my father's office. I did hesr a murmured conversation through the wall between George and Jeffrey. Their voices were rising just a little bit and I feared having to sit through an unwelcome matrimonial quarrel. But now they are quiet. Perhaps screwing, but if I am not already mistaken, there doesn't seem to be a lot of passion in their arrangement. There is a soft knowck on the door and Jesús pokes his head in and says, "Do you have time to talk?"