[Poggio]

The next morning when he woke, the other was already propped up against his pillows with his paper work. This time when he rolled out of bed, he was sure not to tease the other and after a quick shower retreated to the living room. Before breakfast, Galvin spent his morning with his little black book. While his older clients understood the system by which his strange relation ship worked the newer ones were less amused. Schedules, and apologies made he settled in the kitchen, ruffling through the groceries his brother brought for him to make breakfast for him and Ambrosia.