*Summer*

"Years ago, my mum advertised to take in by-blows for a fee”. He says quietly, holding me against his side as we lay on his jacket in my family's gardens, near the corner brightened with the colorful pansies … not that he can see that, of course, because it is dark. But it is my favorite place to sit and ruminate, and now when I am here, I will think of him.

We stayed at the tavern until it closed. I have tried scotch … which burned my throat …and brandy ….which made the inside of my nose tickle but had a warmer feel to it as it went...