Chapter SeventeenThe next day, I wake up bright and early despite having nowhere to go and nothing to do. No job, and still no prospects. Peter is already up by the looks of it so I put on a warm robe and head to the kitchen, seeing what he’s up to.
As usual, he’s made a pot of tea and is settled on the couch with the paper.
“Morning.” He looks up and smiles at me as I enter. “Tea?”
“Yes please.” I plop down next to him and watch as he pours it for me in the extra mug he’s already put out. I’m going to miss this when he moves into his new place.
I lift the cup to my lips, about to take the first sip when I notice a pad with some notes on the table.
“Working on something?” I ask.
Peter shrugs, and smiles mysteriously. “Just a few ideas. For my new and exciting life.”
“I see.” I settl
