"Ahhhhh," Papa stammered. His booming voice filled the room even in the throes of half sleep, drawing a tender smile from Prince. "Non, non, son. As you can see I chose to pass the time reading."

"Certainment, Papa," he agreed, unable to disguise a twitch of sudden amusement. His problem with…ah…he struggled for a moment, Efrata, took temporary leave as he studied his father's rumpled shirt and relaxed position.

"Papa?"

"Yes, well." Papa cleared his throat noisily, readjusted his glasses and said, "She is out."

Prince let out a resigned sigh at the less than rewarding exchange and made his excuses for escape.




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