Chapter 4
The Eighth Hour
Ivan felt a rush of sentimentality as he stepped into the pagoda inside the park. He could detect the intoxicating aroma of blooming flowers all around him. The pagoda in the park was made of wood. There was a heavy, rectangular wooden table in the center, and it was surrounded by four large wooden benches. Most people wouldn’t bother to look twice at the pagoda, especially since it was looking rather old and worn down, but it meant a lot to him and Darren.
“The pagoda in the garden at your and Darren’s estate is so much better.”
Ivan turned around to face Thomas. “Maybe.”
Thomas shook his head. “There’s no maybe about it. The pagoda at the estate is made of steel. The two of you have even installed a swinging bed in the center of your pagoda along with windo
