I’d been working on the suite for over a decade. I’d started it when I was still at Deveraux, a catalogue of songs that had become our story: The Boy. The Gardener. The Beach. The Reader. The Library. Oxford. London. Oleander. It was almost complete though I still tinkered on the pieces daily, adding and removing things depending on my mood, never quite happy with the sum of the parts. But perhaps there was one more piece to create, one more to add. The Boy: returned. The Man: in bloom.
