WHO: Dewi and Arthur Kirkland
WHEN: Saturday December 19th, Tea Time
WHERE: Dewi's House
WHAT: Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, and Dewi can't leave without tying up loose ends.
The last thing he would be expecting that day was a knock on his front door, even regarding his brother’s former promise of punctuality. For nearly a month now the brother had not spoken to each other on account of a certain mishap on a certain date with a certain animal. But as the older, and therefore more responsible, brother taped shut the last two boxes in his study, he succumbed to the hopeless fact that he was praying for Arthur’s arrival. A three dozen or more boxes of various shapes and sizes occupied the space from the mudroom to the stairwell, and as he lifted the last two boxes on the towering heap that fateful knock sounded at the door.
The frenzied director navigated through the boxes not toward the front door, but to the kitchen after realizing that the kettle was sitting atop an open flame. The promised jelly pastries sat neatly in a brown paper bag rather than fine china - which had been packed away only twenty minutes prior - beside the now lit stovetop.
After he was sure the kettle was heating up, he ventured through the intricate and disorderly maze of cardboard toward the front door, and without bothering to see who it was by looking through the peep hole, he turned the doorknob and pulled it out of its hinges. One Arthur Kirkland stood on his front porch.