01-09-2022, 10:14 PM
Uriel. Uriel, Uriel, Uriel. Things were … complicated, with Uriel. He had been used to a less complicated young man when Zechariah had left home.
Because Uriel had still been a child, barely adolescent.
Now Uriel of all people had more experience navigating thorny mistakes than Zechariah did.
It was dressed down in a gray suit that Zechariah came to his door, hair trimmed but not cropped all the way as seemed to be the fashion of late. Wielding a bouquet of white roses in the crook of his arm and a bottle of kosher white wine in hand, he knocked on Uriel’s front door.
Because Uriel had still been a child, barely adolescent.
Now Uriel of all people had more experience navigating thorny mistakes than Zechariah did.
It was dressed down in a gray suit that Zechariah came to his door, hair trimmed but not cropped all the way as seemed to be the fashion of late. Wielding a bouquet of white roses in the crook of his arm and a bottle of kosher white wine in hand, he knocked on Uriel’s front door.
