Chapter 5: Communion
How long we stood there I don’t know. The thing was, I felt as though I were holding something infinitely precious, and the sensation of that was something I didn’t want to end.
But we both stepped away at last and I took his hands in mine. As I looked at his beautiful face, I was surprised to discover that I felt a bit shy. And, from his expression I thought he felt the same way, too. But there was joy underneath, too—or, rather, simple, unadulterated happiness.
More to say something than for any other reason, I asked him if he would like a drink. I suggested an eggnog—with a bit of rum; the eggnog had just come into the stores, marking the beginning of the Christmas season.
We sat on the couch, holding hands and listening to a CD I had bought, of my beloved Ba
