Chapter 6
As the Season drew to a close, Joshua tried not to fret too much about the future of his and Frank’s liaison. He was excelling at his studies, had some money put by after the weeks of dogged hard work and had his uncle and family to rely on. He told himself sternly he could not wish for more.
However, his heart sank when he came out of art class onto St. Martin’s Lane one afternoon to find Frank waiting for him, his expression serious and preoccupied. So, this is goodbye, he thought glumly.
Frank raised a smile for Joshua, and steered him into Old Slaughter’s coffee house nearby. They found a quiet booth to talk privately among the chatter around them and ordered their beverages.
“I wanted to get a moment to talk to you alone, when neither of us were about to fall asleep,”
