Post by Eamon Flynn on Jun 28, 2015 0:54:12 GMT -5
Smiling softly, Eamon eased the door shut behind the last of the day's customers. The sign was already flipped around, and his employees had only to finish pricing a couple of books before they too would leave. He slipped into the back room, waving away the boy and girl from their work. They could catch it up in the morning, it had been a long day with far more than the usual number of customers. Eamon grabbed a nice whiskey- not fantastic, as he hardly had the dough for that, but not bad either- and poured two glasses. The glasses were set in the middle of his desk as he pottered about making tea.
He had been excited about having a chat with his second-cousin for some time. Of course, they had had entirely different experiences of the Great War, but that did not lessen the strengthened kinship he felt for Fin. Surely none of the others could possibly empathise to the degree that they could- even if they did not talk, but simply sat and drank together in mutual understanding. It occurred to Eamon that he was likely in desperate need of regular company, if a family member coming around could excite him so. The other kind of family meeting did not, in any way, count.
He had been excited about having a chat with his second-cousin for some time. Of course, they had had entirely different experiences of the Great War, but that did not lessen the strengthened kinship he felt for Fin. Surely none of the others could possibly empathise to the degree that they could- even if they did not talk, but simply sat and drank together in mutual understanding. It occurred to Eamon that he was likely in desperate need of regular company, if a family member coming around could excite him so. The other kind of family meeting did not, in any way, count.
