THE OLD MANAt night the boy liked to lie in bed and watch the stars as they twinkled on and off. He imagined reliving the moments he'd had with his now dead father that had taken place in the hallowed sanctity of the boy's darkened room. The two took turns watching the stars through a telescope mounted in front of the bedroom window, the two looking and dreaming. There was not much conversation, for talk was unnecessary. The Father and the boy shared a common interest in astronomy and that was enough to generate a miracle of understanding. The boy's bedroom door was partially open and a diagonal window of light lay across the carpet. The aroma of a chocolate cake baking in the oven downstairs travelled throughout the house as they both breathed in deeply the smells of cooking, both enjoyin
