07-22-2019, 05:10 PM
[CW: Sexism.]
“Simon,” he repeated, smiling. “Zechariah Meijer.”
Charity events, constant parties, always surrounded by people – in some ways, he was the man his parents had hoped for Zechariah to become. Maybe, in Christopher’s shadow, sociability could be learned.
Then they were back to Christopher, and the smile was more guarded. “He is very generous.”
He had snuck off on the pretense of using the water closet. He did sort of have to urinate, but not urgently enough to draw him away from … Simon. He could have sworn it was Samuel. Oh well.
“He has a maid,” Zechariah scoffed. “Hardly suitable work for a man. Do you garden, Simon?”
“Simon,” he repeated, smiling. “Zechariah Meijer.”
Charity events, constant parties, always surrounded by people – in some ways, he was the man his parents had hoped for Zechariah to become. Maybe, in Christopher’s shadow, sociability could be learned.
Then they were back to Christopher, and the smile was more guarded. “He is very generous.”
He had snuck off on the pretense of using the water closet. He did sort of have to urinate, but not urgently enough to draw him away from … Simon. He could have sworn it was Samuel. Oh well.
“He has a maid,” Zechariah scoffed. “Hardly suitable work for a man. Do you garden, Simon?”
