The Peacock 1911

In silent consensus we are all getting up to leave.  I am leading, but something is twigging in me about Aaron who is working on a coloured drawing at his window table.  I pause for a closer look, and it is a beautiful rendering of a resplendent quetzal, the bird that is also the name of Sarah's combined astrological sign.   "That is really beautiful", say I to Aaron.   "Thank you", he replies, "It keeps me away from drugs."  The gleam in his eye tells me this is indeed Aaron and he recognizes me.  "How are you guys?" "We're getting by.  This is turning into quite a story." "It is indeed.  And we are nowhere near finished writing it." "You can say that again", says Carl,  The others are standing waiting for us by the door. After standing awkwardly with nothing more to say, Aaron says, "We have to continue writing this novel.  There is much that depends on this.  We are all participants."  We are still immobile, still with nothing further to say. "You guys had better get going to your father's house, Christopher.  You are needed there...."