Heaven Tastes Like Peaches

He went down and found Domejczuk wiping his hands. The tea box was on the kitchen table. Konrad was very curious what was in the letters. Were they love letters sent from one end of the world to the other? Who was the woman writing them? Certainly not Sławek's grandmother, because the boy would certainly have heard something about a romantic separation and Sławoj himself would not have kept these letters hidden. Earlier, unfulfilled love? Mistress?

Konrad Skalski thought about it while washing his hands. He surreptitiously glanced at Sławek, who was preparing scrambled eggs. What could he think of these letters? Does you feels excited or anxious that his grandfather might not be what he thought he was? Does he want to read these letters? Or is he tempted to burn them and never learn the secret? Maybe he even regrets finding them?

Konrad jumped when his phone rang unexpectedly. It was mom. He ran out of the kitchen and answered immediately.

"Good morning mom!" He exclaimed happily. He was glad she called. Looking at the orphan loneliness of Domejczuk, Skalski really appreciated his happiness.

"How are you?" She asked.

"Good. Really good. And you?"

"I left your father."

"WHAT?"

"Not officially. I didn't file for divorce or separation, I just ... I'm taking a vacation from him."

"You mean ... you got out of the house?"

"Until you get back. We will think what will happen next.

"Mom ..."

"Yes?"

"I am happy to. Really. Do you know you deserve to be happy?"

"Why do ask say that?"

"Because ... I know that you are very devoted to the marriage vow, but ..."

"Konrad!"

"... but father is not worth her! If one side broke it, does the other really have to keep to it? You are still young and attractive. You should find someone for yourself!"

"Well, if your own son persuaded his mother to have an affair ..."

"Not for an affair," he replied emphatically. "To love."

"And you really wouldn't mind if I started dating a man?"

Wouldn't he mind? Well, of course, he would. The thought that his mother...

But when you said "a", you must also say "b".

"Maybe not quite anything, and if he wanted to hurt you I'd kill him, but if it's someone decent who will respect and love you ..."

"Thank you. I have no idea when my son grew up so much."

"I'm really glad. And… how is Sławek?"

"Well. He's kind of depressed and I don't really know how to cheer him. Do you have any ideas?"

"Um, it's a tough situation," she said. "I suspect he is still deeply mourning the loss of his grandfather. Today is Sunday, so he must have visited his grave. It is also possible that he is concerned about what will happen to him, especially if he does not pay the debt ... I think at this point he just needs someone's presence the most, someone who makes him not quite alone with his heavy thoughts."

"With heavy thoughts ..." he repeated thoughtfully.

"Even if he behaves hostile or unpleasant, remember that a person deals with loss in different ways. The fact that you are there certainly helps him. That's enough for now."

"You think so?"

"I think so. You cannot make anyone happy by force, and when you lose a loved one, sadness is natural. Every corner, every object reminds him of his deceased grandfather. It will be like that for a while. Then that feeling will ease."

"I'm sure you are right. Thank you. I knew you would advise me."

The scent of scrambled eggs and chives reached him through the half-closed door, making his belly grow.

"What is it?" His mother asked after laughing. "March?"

"You guessed it! Sławek is making breakfast right now."

"Then go eat before you play the whole concert. Have fun! Bye!"

"Bye, mom!"

Konrad entered the house just as Domejczuk was laying on plates, smelling eggs with chives. He may not cook too many dishes, but he made scrambled eggs really great. Not only that, he also prepared an aromatic cucumber salad.

"Some girl will take comfort from you," remarked Konrad sarcastically. "You know that this little girl is swinging in you?"

"Inga?"

"Well, if that's her name" he felt stupid that he talked with her for so long without knowing her name.

"She's just a kid."

"In five years she will be just right for the taking. And she promises to be nice."

"No kidding. In five years time."

"Maybe you already have a girlfriend," Skalski asked casually.

"No. And you?"

"Not either."

"Why?"

"I didn't find the right one. And you?"

"Same. It's hard to date someone when you have to catch the last bus which departs before 8 PM."

"Well, it would be difficult."

"You don't have that problem" noticed Sławek.

"Oh no. I won't say, it would be nice to have a girlfriend, but somehow ... I haven't met one with whom I would like to be serious."

Their eyes met and Skalski quickly stuck his in the plate. He stated that if Sławek was a girl, he would like to try with him for real, but since he was a guy, no "serious" thing was possible. Maybe just some "fun". Only, was it only fun? What did Sławek think about this?

"I have a friend who meets with boys" Konrad said for the test, just to explore the area.

"Yes?"

It wasn't true, or at least he didn't know anything about it. In fact, Konrad didn't have many friends.

"I've never tried it myself, but I don't mind his company. Actually, I was even wondering what it was like."

"You wanna try?"

"Maybe. If the other person was right."

What is he talking about? Has he really thought about what he was saying? Not at all. How will Sławek react to such texts? Will he consider him some kind of pervert? He glanced shyly at him.

Sławek didn't say anything. He sat with his eyes fixed on his plate and toyed with the scrambled eggs with a fork. His very blond hair fell over his forehead so Konrad could hardly see his face, but he felt it was flushed. The boy looked very attractive - innocent and sexy at the same time. He was definitely the person with whom he would like to try, but how would he approach it?