He greeted Davey with a grin, and only a touch of a “‘bout time you woke up” attitude. Sammy offered tea, and Davey made coffee; he fed them both sausage-dotted eggs as they silently watched squirrels and birds.
It was a comforting routine, and if it had only included Mical, Davey would have been completely content.
In her absence, it didn’t even matter that she didn’t believe what he did.
Of course, he knew he was fooling himself. It would always matter. But with his parents’ and Sammy’s help, he was learning how to handle it when things returned to ‘normal.’
Sammy turned his attention from a squirrel trying to steal a metal acorn from a lawn ornament, and watched Davey for a moment. “Thinking about your darling again, eh?”
Davey smiled. “All the time.”
He nodded in understanding. “Papa will tell you when the time is right.”
“I’m counting on it,” Davey agreed with a smile.
“David,” Sammy said.
Davey’s smile faded in response to Sammy’s tone.
“I don’t often ask for favors I can’t repay,” he began, his voice steady and deliberate.
Davey nodded. “Anything, Sammy,” he promised.
-As Fairydust Settles, Chapter 7