The Peacock 1626

Now we are both sitting up on the bed, hugging our knees and facing each other. Both of us smiling rather stupidly. Both of us tamping down the tenderness we are both feeling right now. "The painters are arriving at the house at nine and I have to be there to let them in. it's seven thirty now. If you shower and choke down some toast or whatever, then we can just make it on time." Erik suddenly appears in the doorway. "Good morning", he says, clearly trying to figure out just exactly what it is we are both up to together here on top of my father's bed in my father's bedroom. "Good morning, Erik", says Carl with unforced cheer and good humour. "how about coming out to New Westminster with us this morning..."