“The door was open so I figured you were out of the jungle.”, I teased with a smile that we all were familiar with by the time.
“You two will never forgive me for that one, will you?”, he laughed.
“Not in a thousand years.”, I affirmed. “But if this is what it does…”, I added, looking round at his creation. “…then be sure we will cheer you on.”, I assured.
“Well, what can I say?”, he asked in resignation.
Tarzan had lined small cabins of fine wood to the right of the dresser, to as if match the little partitions on the left so that the mirror sat richly in between. He’d perfectly clad the wall behind the reflective dressing area with a wall paper that one could have mistaken for paint, because of the seamlessness with which it was placed. Why all the previous wall papers had not made s
