The close of day three of The Arrangement found Percy ensconced in an armchair close to the fireplace, book spread in his lap. He couldn't have said he was actually reading what his eyes ran over. There wasn't any absorption happening, his thoughts were elsewhere.
When someone sank into the chair next to him, he was expecting to look up and see Oliver. Not his brother Bill's grinning face. He wasn't, however, disappointed.
"It has it's ups and downs," Percy answered, smiling. Right now it felt like things were looking up. "No, but I sorely wish I could dock points. Some of these ruffians.." He shook his head.
"Oh, and now that I may in person, congratulations, brother." Percy reached over to give him a pat on the shoulder. "Mum must be knitting boats full of booties and little jumpers."