I guess it depends on what you were used to.I guess it depends on what you were used to. Personally I thought it was a dump but I'd been too busy to think about moving. I had looked at a waterfront condominium that was on other side of the island a few weeks earlier. I had really liked it though I hadn't done anything about it. Now, it looked as though I had to do something quickly. That condo looked better and better and after my stock-market successes during the first half of the year the money wasn't going to be a problem. "It's home," I smiled. I sat down on the side of the couch and gently brushed my hand though Rafael's hair. "It's home for both of us," I added. The boy looked up and his dark eyes met mine and he gave me the nicest, happiest smile I'd ever seen. We looked at each other for a long time, neither of us saying anything. Our minds seemed to unite. I knew that we were communicating. The boy's feelings flowed into me. I sensed his happiness as he sensed mine. "I want to stay here with you forever," he whispered to me. "Can I?" "I want you to," I said. I stroked the soft skin of his cheek, touching the dark bruises gently. "Forever," I added. I sighed and stood up, pushing the thoughts that had surged into my mind away in the corner. I 'wanted' the boy too. "First we have to get your bedroom ready. You can stay here and watch TV if you want while I clean up in there." Rafael nodded and I went into the bedroom. It was a hell of mess. I had been using it as my office and there was an untidy collection of books and papers everywhere. I began to make piles on the desk. After a few minutes I suddenly became aware of the boy in the doorwat. |