#oeuvreofaffection

"You must be the grandson I have been hearing so much about....." She ducked her head, seeing so much of her son and an equal amount of his lover. "What is your name, sweet child?"

"I don't like the fighting, why is everyone fighting. I blame the shadows talking nothing but cruelties. But...." He understood his father's side and he understood his daddy's side. Still he wanted to be the mediator here. "We are all going to sit and talk. I made waffles."

"I'm not exactly sure what that means...."

         All his attention was on the bow that now rested on the floor as he turned around to talk to his bedroom when the sudden figure made him gasp. "Well. That is not nice at all," he shook his head, glad this was the home he used to be during the day, and that people actually didn't know where he spends the nights. "There is coffee in the kitchen if you want some, I will be right back."