Reciprocity

[pameladean]

Eric has called three times this evening, which delights me unutterably. It has a living-together quality to it, like Raphael's putting her head around the doorway of my office, or David's coming into the upstairs kitchen and saying in inquiring tones, "Mrow?" Like meeting on the staircase or while sorting mail and falling into a conversation about science fiction, or the cats, or local gossip.

However, we have been mutually encouraging one another to work on vital projects, so I have to stop rhapsodizing now and go glare at my novel.

Pamela