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Monday, April 18, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 104



I prefer red, but at this time of the day ...” Jason replied.
Yeah, I'm like that too.” Graeme smiled. He went to the fridge, took out a bottle of white, and poured two glasses. He gave one to Jason, and turned and walked through the house towards the back, taking the bottle with him. Jason saw double French doors opened to the tiny garden beyond. An ornate garden table with four chairs was set out on a small brick patio, sheltering under a thick canopy of wisteria, and Jason was immediately taken back to the first day he met Brent. A wave of sorrow swept him, and he was hard pressed not to start weeping. Graeme must have seen something on his face, for he took Jason's arm and gently led him to the table. The warmth of Graeme's hand felt good. When they reached the table he let go of Jason's arm and gestured to the chairs.
Graeme, whose manners Jason had decided were perfect, immediately asked after Keith and Esmé, and listened with apparent interest as Jason talked about them.
Then he changed the subject.
So, what did you decide to do after you left Oxford?”


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