“You were tickling me,” his voice quivered and he closed his eyes again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise...”
He patted my hair and yawned and stretched beneath me. “It’s fine, love.”
“Are you all right?”
“I’m just barely awake.”
He ran his hand down my back. I looked at him intently for a few moments and he pretended to be unaware. I continued to look at him, expectantly. After a few uncomfortable moments he relented. He put his hand on his stomach and sighed. “I suppose you’re wondering about this.”
“What is it?”
He shifted under the blanket. “If I tell you now, you won’t understand. There remains far too much to be explained.”
“You should tell me now if you’re ill.”
“I’m far from ill. Please trust me. You’ll know everything there is to know...in time. It won’t make sense if I tell
