“But let me get started on dinner first.”I opened a bottle of wine that we’d bought and poured a glass for each of us, and then I put on a kettl... for tea. When the water boiled, I prepared the tea to steep and added water to the teapot. Joyce finished her prep work and set the saucepan to simmer. The sauce she was making smelled excellent and my stomach rumbled a bit in anticipation.“I hope that’s not ALL that you’re anticipating!” Joyce teased.“Come sit on the couch with me,” I said.She sat. ‘Oh Peter.’ Lindi sighed, ‘It doesn’t make me think any less of you. In fact, it makes me think even more of you. You men are terrible at dealing with your emotions sometimes – you bottle it up when you should be letting it out, and then when you do let it out you start apologising for not being ‘man enough’ for succumbing to them. Trust me on this: a woman thinks a lot more of a man who is in touch with his emotions and isn’t afraid to show them than a man who tries to put up a false wall of. Or you can spend the summer playing, but probably without advancing to the next class."Now that was a truth that might be questioned. It was true that James seemed to miss some knowledge, mostly in mathematics, but when it came to all around knowledge she had been very impressed with him. Seeing his worried expression she smiled warmly.James looked really stressed out as he asked. "How much will it cost?" well knowing that they didn't have a dime to spend."It's okay honey, I will follow you. I’m not doing as many now.”“Is this your newest?” she asked looking at my easel. “Look at this! Pen, it’s beautiful!”“I’m almost ready to start painting. I’ve been working on the sketch all weekend.”“What else do you have?”“I only have photos of the other two I’ve completed, and the finished one hanging over the bed. Oh, and the dreamscape I finished this week.” The girls looked back to the bed at the painting I’d done of them sleeping together.“I love it!” Fay said.“You hid this from me!”.