So many things
had been thrown into chaos by that event.
Phiz served
Bryan and Patrick a home-made lemon syllabub for dessert, but then went searching
for his jacket.
“You’re going
out?” Patrick didn’t want Phiz to think he had to move out for the evening,
just because Patrick was there.
“No problem.”
Phiz grinned. “I’d like to stay with you guys but I’ve made another arrangement
already. Meeting some friends, you know? Haven’t seen them for ages, well, it’s
not that long ago, but we’ve got some, um, plenty of things to do—I mean, chat
about. I like to get together with the boys as often as I can, now I’ve moved
out from the Soho area, well, you’ll know what I mean, Patrick, though you live
above the shop so it’s easier to stay in touch, right?”
“Good night,
Phiz,” Bryan said, gently but firmly. “Go now, or you’ll be late.”
Patrick couldn’t
miss the sigh of affection when Bryan and Phiz kissed goodbye at the kitchen
door