He was consciously hunting for a retreat. There were some very messy emotions kicking around, his own included. He’d hardly ever had so much as a disagreement with Stanton before and the argument had shaken him more than he cared to admit. They had been really close friends and at times it still seemed as if they were, but it wasn’t like it used to be. He ducked under the leafy curtain of a weeping willow and found a gentle depression in the earth beside the massive trunk which could have been made for him. Here, with the sound of the river and where dappled sunlight flecked the water under the shade of the trees, was a place which soothed his spirit, a place where he could put things in their proper order. Stanton; what was it? It could be nothing more than that their paths had diverged. It could . . . But Haldean refused to follow his thoughts to their logical conclusion. Mind you, what with Isabelle on the one hand and Tim on the other, Stanton couldn’t be expected to behave like the resident ray of sunshine.
What do You think about Mad About The Boy? (2012)?
