Dinner was tortellini and marinara sauce from one of the local markets, plus a long loaf of bread and salad. Brian had fretted in the store over whether he should try for something more complicated, but he had been at work all day and so had Tristan, so simplicity won out over impressive. There was no table in the kitchen, which amused Brian. The big old brownstone had been stripped of most of its furniture by greedy relatives after the death of Tristan’s grandfather. Brian suspected some of the furniture acquired later had been spirited away by Tristan’s ex, although he hadn’t gone so far as to press Tristan for confirmation.
The two of them ate dinner in the living room. Period to the house, it had a set of beautiful curved windows that created a semi-circular front to the room. Brian h
