Coffee Lounge

My brother has left us after almost two years. His partner died from cancer and he's been with us to get better. Now - without sounding mean - he's gone, moved on with his new, soon to be wife. I will be best man at his wedding; aaaah! We have our freedom back. But why i'm telling you this? We got the chance, finally, to turn his old bedroom into our library, slash study. A quiet place to write the hours away. More words, and more stories to tell.