[Poggio]

In the end he and Zosa returned back to the house soaked and slightly muddy from the swim. The moon was peaking over the the tops of the trees. The professor stipped on the door mat, finding a place outside to let his clothes dry. Once inside he put on his apron and started to clean the small area that was made into the kitchen while Zosa fiddled with his images. It was only when things were in enough order that the professor cut a piece of wedding cake with some ice cream for the both of them. He curled up close to Zosa on the bed and looked at the images on the laptop. Smiling he offered a spoon full.