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After the upheaval of February passed, the inhabitants of the Davies cottage settled back into something resembling their normal order. Monday night is for cleaning, as it has been for as many years as Bran remembers. Thus tonight Owen and Bran Davies scrub counters and sweep floors in peaceable silence.

Date: 2005-03-08 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen is turned away from Bran, rubbing the kitchen table with a soaped cloth, when he speaks. "Spring holiday next week."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen rinses the table with another cloth, pushing the water neatly into a bucket, before he replies. "You said something about young Will inviting you to Huntercombe."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen fills the bucket with more water and soap and goes for the mop. He still does not look at Bran. "Your friend has asked you to his home, and goodness knows Clwyd Farm has seen enough of Will over the years that it is time to send you back to his house again."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen begins to mop, but his eyes follow Bran now rather than the track of the cleaning solution.

"Careful behind you, the floor is damp. Mr and Mrs Evans have asked me to dinner all the week and Mr Rowlands said to come to tea. Also there is plenty of work to do for chapel."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Mild brown eyes meet intent golden ones before Owen returns his attention to the floor. The silence stretches.

Date: 2005-03-08 07:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen is still mopping the kitchen. "You cannot stay here always, you know."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen squeezes the last of the water from the mop into the bucket and bends with a creak to towel the floor down.

Date: 2005-03-08 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen stands, idle for once, looking down at his son. "You see, that is why you have to go this time."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen leans heavily against the counter. "It will remind the both of us that this is not permanent."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen does not turn aside this time, but returns Bran's look evenly.

"You were only loaned to me. I have known it for a long time."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen covers Bran's hand with his own left hand, but says, "Visit Will, Bran. You will be back soon enough."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen presses Bran's hand once more before dropping his own hand to his side. "Do not make promises, Bran. You do not know what God wants of you."

Date: 2005-03-08 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
The moment passes. Owen and Bran, turned their separate directions, dust the parlour furniture and shake out the rugs. Later, Owen calls the Stanton household to coordinate travel arrangements and train schedules.

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