Chapter 12
For the next week after our trip to Santa Fe things returned to normal. Ephram and I spent all of our time together, once he’d closed the gallery for the night. Some of it, being normal—more or less, considering—males who loved each other, was spent in bed. When we weren’t doing that, we read or watch DVDs, discussing the finer points of whatever movie we chose.
It was nice to be a homebody, which I guess was what was happening at the moment. But after six days of it we realized we were both getting restless so we decided to go shopping for clothes for Ephram. All he had was what he’d brought with him in the beginning, plus a couple of nice shirts I’d picked up for him to wear when he was working. Well, we were going to do that, until it occurred to both of us that none of the
