40 Days

23

The evening drew closer and it was time for them to go inside. Lamia walked ahead first and Earl walked along side Abigor. Except he had his hand linked into Abigor's. This new understanding between them was simple, yet nice.

Approaching the back doors of the house the three of them, sneaked in. A mass of production inside was bursting to life, as the production of dinner was discussed. Glorious smells filled their nostrils as their bodies were captured into walking closer to the kitchens. It was absolutely captivating and they couldn't resist, the oh so sweet taste of the food they could smell. Sweet roast potatoes and honey suckled pork, with fresh carrots and tree like broccoli. Almost drowning out the soft, sweet smells of the tantalising puddings. The deluxe strawberries and the golden, laced, rich chocolate coated over beautiful cheesecakes and ice-cream. Made their mouths water and their stomachs grumble, they didn't want to resist the ever so forgiving temptation.

It was breathtakingly gorgeous, and it was a pain to walk away from it. Reluctantly, the three of them drew themselves away from the food. And dragged there increasing weight up the steep staggering stairs, to each of their rooms. Painfully knowing, they could eat an ounce until they were redressed and down in the dining room. As they parted they begged that the others were ready to, so they didn't have to wait to eat.

Stepping into his guest room, Abigor reached open the door of the wardrobe and scanned it's contents. Searching for something suitable, to wear. Finally brushing his hand against a black suit he unhooked it from the wardrobe.

Patting it down for dust and creases he found a little folded up note. Carefully placing the suit down he picked up the note, and unfolded it to read.