There was a round of hugging, followed by Mark silently smiling as he shoveled oatmeal down. Czajka and Parker chatted with Jonah getting all the particulars out of the way.

“At the post-Equinox market, then?” Jonah confirmed. “We’ll bring him along with the rest of the trade goods.” There was a grin plastered across his face as he said it, and Mark rolled his eyes with the wisdom of a son.

Parker looked at Czajka who shrugged, then nodded. “’Sabout right,” Czajka said. “A bit early, but better that than being snowed in.”

Hey folks!

This week has been a doozy - and it ain't done yet. I'm not sure when The Shadows of Sicily will update this week, but it won't be til Friday at the earliest. I'm hoping to get in some writing time while personning the table at VCon.

Parker looked around as he stepped in. One large room encompassed kitchen, eating area and living area. Jonah and the two boys Parker had seen yesterday were seated at the wooden table shoveling down oatmeal with flecks of fruit. “Want some?” Jonah asked, gesturing with his spoon toward the kitchen.

Parker shook his head. “No thanks, Gail and I already made some in the Common House, thanks to Jules.”

Gail went to enjoy the dancing in the common house while Parker was busy elsewhere. She was glad to escape from the politics; Parker might be able to discuss it all endlessly, but there was only so much she could deal with. She’d practically run down the hall and across the atrium to the common house on the off chance Parker would change his mind and ask her to stay.