Food for the Soul
by Robyn
November 1998
<<Swish>>
Blair highlighted one last phrase in fluorescent yellow, then closed the textbook, grinning satisfactorily. He glanced at his nightstand clock. 6:30 p.m.!
Quiet clinking outside his bedroom called him to the french doors. His tall roommate stood behind the kitchen island wearing that floral apron, intently stirring and tasting delicious aromas with a wooden spoon.
Suddenly Jim looked up, his eyes drawn to his partner. His face brightened with a brilliant smile, blue eyes sparkling, warming Blair all over. Jim waved with the spoon.
Blair waved back.
As long as we have each other, we will never go hungry.
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