Gift

He left his clothes on the bed,  hoping perhaps I will sort them.  But to sweeten the mix he has also left a small gift. 

I am almost certain this is more for him and his boy than for me.  The fact that he gave it to me already opened and that young Michael's face still bears a trace of chocolate in the creases of his lips gives that much away.

None the less please feel you may partake from this tin at your leisure.  Heaven knows I cannot ingest it all!

Ryan