That all sounded pretty wonderful to Dal. He wasn't looking for excitement. Some might think his life was exciting; he thought it was anything but. His big dream was to have a little house with a little yard and enough money to pay someone to mow that little lawn for him. A modest closet with more than four outfits and one pair of shoes.

He melted a little over the arm of the couch, picturing Gabriel sitting at the kitchen table with puzzle pieces strewn all over it,

"That sounds really nice," he sighed.