“Couldn’t this have waited?” Louis stood by the door.
 “Absolutely not!” I held a gorgeous emerald jacket up against him. He made a face.
 “Are you models?” The cashier divided her admiration between us.
I wrestled a black sweater from Louis. “Yes, but he’s so difficult to work with.” He snatched it back ( Read more... )

Yes, it really is home even though I have lived here for a mere few weeks. I feel calm here.

I'm simply glad to be away from Paris, the chaos there and that apartment where for once in his life Nicki seems to be the sanest inhabitant.

So, last night I went to see Nicki in his small Parisian apartment. Louis was also there, sulking in Nicki's bedroom ( Read more... )

It's been a fair while since two of my immortal progeny ganged up to show me the door. At least I got out unscathed this time. Who says immortals never make progress in their relationships?

So I gazed back at myself from the mirrored doors to Nicki’s room with a sense of ineffable wonder. My reflection cut a mean swathe in a white shirt and butter-soft leather pants ( Read more... )

In retrospect it seems like a perfect choice, as if I didn’t act on a moment of impulse but instead found myself inevitably drawn here as if to the very fulcrum of my sanity ( Read more... )