Chapter 48 Tristan- Quality Time

• Tristan
• His father looked lonely, he mused as he sat across from the older man, swirling the golden liquid in his tumbler. They were at his father’s stately home and a fire was roaring in the grate. His father believed in having a real fire, not one of the simulated electronic ones. Tristan had to admit that they were quite effective. The heat warmed you to the bones, as his father was fond of saying.
• Geoffrey stretched out his legs and looked up wistfully at the large photo above the mantelpiece. In the photo, he was standing, his arm linked to that of a large, smiling woman who was almost as tall as Geoffrey. They were smiling into the camera and the sunlight played upon their greying hair.