Chapter 15It didn’t matter how many times Mathias saw the movie. The sight of Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis tottering along the train platform in flapper dresses and heels always made him smile.
Stretched out on the couch, he ignored the faint noise coming from the direction of Edmund’s bedroom to focus on the television. He didn’t glance up when he heard the door open, though it took willpower that surprised even him not to look around when he smelled Edmund entering the living room.
“Did you sleep out here all night?” Edmund asked from behind him.
“Your couch is surprisingly comfortable,” came his neutral response. “Plus, the telly’s bigger. This is funnier the larger Jack is, don’t you think?”
Footsteps announced Edmund’s sweep around the edge of the couch, positioning himself between
