The wine was delicious, and felt just right for a chilly autumn night.
Jason wondered what the two women had been talking about. It was obvious they had become friends, close
friends. He envied that. Women seemed to be able to do that, to drop
the barriers to intimacy, so much easier than men. It had taken weeks for him and Keith to
become friends. And maybe, if he hadn’t
been grieving about Brent’s suicide, he himself might never have let his
barriers down and so got close to Keith.
The sex helped. But only if you
already liked each other. Well. Maybe not.
He and Luigi were friends. And
lovers.
They talked about neutral subjects and then both women rose and headed
off to bed.
As she bade them goodnight, Eleanor said, with a slight quirk in her
eyebrows, that there were more bottles of wine in the pantry in the kitchen and
they were welcome to it if they wanted.
“Thank you!” replied Jason. “Good
night. See you in the morning.”
“Good night Jason dear so nice to be here and now at last I will be able
to sleep properly this jet lag business so barbarous bring back the Queen Mary
I say.”
After this surprisingly short speech, Lucasta too headed off up the
stairs to the bedroom.
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