“Young Alfred has fallen prey to amore. In the kitchen he was making quite a scene with Mademoiselle Isabel. They could positively not stop kissing. In fact, I have reason to believe that they have already had sex.” Francis was a romantic at heart and could not help embellishing what he had seen just the slightest.
Alfred had finished his talk with Isabel in the kitchen and had stepped into the living room. He took one look at England and did an about face out again. His feet could be heard pounding up the stairs. From the location of the noises, which sounded like a rabid elephant attempting to play whack-a-mole, it could be guessed that he was in his room. After about a minute the noises stopped and he was pounding back down the stairs again. When he stepped down into the living room he was holding a pair of blue loose sweat pants, a t-shirt the read “May the force be with you,” and a red and blue flannel shirt.
“Get changed before you get sick,” he said as he held the clothing out to Arthur. It was not a request. It was an order.
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