Chapter 10If Mario had heard what Donal was thinking he’d have agreed wholeheartedly.
As he walked into his house he sighed in relief. This was where he belonged, in the place he’d called home for the last ten years. Tossing his jacket from the entryway onto the arm of the long brown leather sofa in the living room, he continued on up the stairs to the second floor and down the hallway to his bedroom. Setting his bags on the edge of the king-sized bed he began unpacking, hanging shirts and slacks in the walk-in closet. What clean T-shirts and underwear he had went into the drawers of the oak dresser which matched the bed’s simple headboard. Then he gathered up the dirty clothes, dumping them in the hamper in the bathroom.
With that finished, he went back downstairs to the kitchen to fix
