He stood at the open window in bright moonlight. His head lowered, his hands clenched and his arms bent at the elbow resting on his naked thighs. His body cast a soft shadow creating a duplicity which summoned the twin statues of Cleobis and Biton, Greeks famed for their courage and goodness. I’d seen that before, that gentle type of pose but it was as if for the first time I was noticing who Tad would ultimately become to me.
“It’s huge,” he said.
They had put us on the third floor, away from the other guests, in a room the size of an apartment. There was a six foot high fireplace stained with soot and filled with large flaming branches. Tad stood at the French windows, looking out at the back grounds. I had been asleep, and woke to see him there. I went to him.
Standing at his side, I
