By the time Kaira reached the kitchen, Tarkus was making two coffees. She decided she was hungry and went to the cupboard with the pastries.
“Do you want one?” She asked.
“No. Thanks, but no. Too many of those and it shows in my waistline. One of the joys of getting old, and spending too much of my life sitting around.”
“You’re not that old!”
“Ha! I feel it sometimes!”
He passed over her coffee, then the two of them went and sat down. As always seemed to happen, he sat on one of the chairs and she on the sofa.
Tarkus took a sip, and glanced at Kaira.
“So, what was your brother like when he was young?” he asked.
Kaira froze for a moment, then forced a sad smile on her face.
“A right pain in the arse!” she said. “Always getting into things he shouldn’t. Especially into my st
