1592 The Peacock

"Dad is here", says Carl. "Hey Aaron, have you ever thought of phoning first before you drop in." Erik is staring at me with very wide, startled eyes. Aaron comes out of the kitchen, munching on a Breton cracker in one hand and carrying a plate with several more in his left. "Help yourself", says Carl. He seats himself at the dining room table and looks across at us, a rather odd, wise kind of smile on his face. "The crackers are actually from my own kitchen." "And you just carried them with you on the bus", says Carl. "Actually, I have no idea how I got here." "You mean, you weren't planning to visit ", say I. "I never do plan these visits. But now that I'm here...