Marius and Armand were sitting listening to Sybelle play as Benji sat propped in a corner reading the Times muttering obscenities about Bush’s latest tirade against the ‘Axis of Evil’. Then Armand heard it and by the look on Marius face he did too.
It had started a few weeks ago, since they had come back to New York. It started with a devilish laugh, but they couldn’t find him with their minds or physically. It was like he was a one way radio you could hear him just fine but no matter how hard you yelled he’d never hear you.
But this time as it had in the past three days it continued. The message that would catch their attention from that infernal movie none the less (Armand had taken it as a personal insult that they had depicted him as a living cherub man) “Come out, Come out wherever you are.”
“That’s it!” Marius exclaims not interrupting Sybelle’s playing or Benji’s reading despite the harshness of his tone. “Let’s go,” he says standing in a flurry of red velvet.
“Do you think we can find him?”
“The brat must be bored.” Armand nods and stands and looks down at himself, he was in blue again. He had just fallen into wearing it again. Today it was a pair of dark blue cords and a matching ribbed sweater. Sybelle had purchased them, from the Gap he believed. His reddish brown hair was cut in short tonight more in matching with his clothes. They went out again in search of their ‘brat prince’.