I arrive home, another busy day at the Northern Hospital. Maureen looks at me and suggests a sherry on the front porch. We nearly trip over it on the way out. Bogie follows keeping between Maureen and I. (cannot have my wife monopolising me entirely) We sip the sweet liquid and eye off the snake on the cover, 'the cover is very good', Maureen suggests. I nod thinking of its inception and the many hours of work by Paul and others. Of why the book is called Kiss of the King Brown at all. I flick through it we talk and reminisce over the many years it has been since it all began. Could it really be seven plus years .
Later I do another proof read. Perfect, no corrections needed. Hallelujah, Bogie and I go and play ball. Later on again I order one hundred copies and start thinking of the Launch.
Sean speaking to Joseph (Indigenous Elder) in Kiss of the King Brown;
“Yeh well as I tell you that King Brown he be special to us, maybe that why we get on most times.’
Sean nodded. ‘She said we were kindred spirits?’
‘Yeh, she bin say it a few times. Me thinkin, yeh, sometime I see it happen not only with people but with animal and human, they share your dreamin, your soul. They like your brother but more even.’
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