Chapter 11: Into the Past
St. Michael’s Rectory, Afternoon
Leslie, still complaining of a headache, went straight to the guest room for a quick lie down. An hour or so later, feeling the need to check up on him, Edward took to the stairs and cracked open their bedroom door. The sight of Leslie sleeping peacefully, curled up with his “kids,” Samson and Delilah, brought an immediate smile to his lips.
Leslie’s right arm curved around Delilah, who was doing her best imitation of “dead dog,” with her feet and paws flung into the air and her tail switching back and forth like a metronome. Edward gently drew close and pulled Mrs. Crowe’s homemade quilt over his mate’s six-foot frame, unfortunately disturbing an unhappy Samson in the process. The dog grunted and jumped off the bed and into a n
