With everyone
finished bathing, well the kids apart, empty stomachs made themselves
remembered. More than one carried a growling midriff and James
decided it was his turn to be the chef.
There were lots
of leftovers from the day before, but he wasn't entirely positive he
knew what mixed well with what. Just like he wasn't entirely positive
he remembered everything that had led to him being here.
He did recall
wooing Amaya, but he had forgotten how it all started. In part, James
thought, because he had an easier time bringing good times to him,
and there had been the end of an autumn, and all winter, and none of
it good.
Funny. He
shook his head. Shouldn't that winter have turned into spring? But
I just can't remember anything, apart from Amaya. Damn, I have to ask
her about it.
Because this was
the trip. During this trip everything came back to the surface. The
good and the bad, and if he couldn't remember anything, probably
something rather nasty.
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