I slept like a log.I woke the next morning and made my usual painstaking way through my breakfast routine. The coffee finally woke me fully and I was ...ble to contemplate the day and week ahead. The thrill that Mary would be home on Saturday was the first thing to hit me. I had missed her dreadfully. At any unoccupied moment during the time that she had been away my mind had turned to her. Then Morag appeared. Frankly, she had not given me much time to think of anyone but her in the last. I grabbed a chair and sat next to him: Surprised youre watching this movie. Its not exactly an action or adventure movie. I said to him. He didnt answer. Well… You know this isnt exactly a fantasy story with Happily-Ever-After endings… I said. Thats basically how they end stories about the love and friendship between two boys… People dont seem to like it when two boys love each other… More than just friends… he replied. Its not always like that. Its just that, some people look at homosexuality. ”And out into the night we went, talking about everything and nothing, listening to the jazz piping from random shops and homes, learning the way each other walked and stealing touches and kisses along the way until she told me it was late, and we should get a nightcap. Fine by me, I said, Where? And we headed back the way we came, toward my motorcycle. Back in the courtyard she went right for the stairs, “Which one is yours,” She asked, meaning the doors to the apartments lining the interior. So what can I do for you?" he asked."I came as a matter of respect. I have a thing that needs to be done. It is a thing in your world." I said."Is this a big thing?" he asked."The biggest," I replied."Do you wish me to facilitate this big thing, or just look the other way?" he asked."That is up to you. It concerns one of your people," I admitted."Oh which one," he was suddenly very interested."I think that is something I should pass on through your lawyer. So there are two questions, are in up.