Jack was awake, waiting patiently for Willem to catch up from whatever dream he was having. He reached over to turn on the lamp expecting the soft glow to wake his man. He tried sighing loudly and finally, out of frustration, he lifted his pillow and torso, twisted and plopped back on the bed. He grinned as Willem sputtered. “Hey, are you awake?”
Willem rubbed his eyes and turned his head towards Jack. A smile spread across his face. “I guess I am. Did you feel something, maybe like an earthquake or some other odd shaking?”
Jack stared at the ceiling trying to suppress his smile. “Thank you, Willem. I don’t know how you did it, but my dad likes you, the tea you brought, and the help you’ve offered. You’ve mellowed him a bit. He was nice to me last week when I apologized. He accepted my s
