Part 27
The sound of the front door opening woke Daniel. He slowly came to realize where he was; in Jack's living room, on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. His hand was warm - that much he knew and as he adjusted his head to look down where it lay, he saw that Jack was sitting on the floor, propped up against the edge of the sofa, his head was resting on Daniel's lower abdomen. Wriggling his fingers, he disturbed Jack and the colonel rolled over in his sleep, the back of his head now pressed against Daniel's flaccid groin. Daniel's hand slipped out from where it had been trapped, caught in the fold of Jack's body, tucked between his chin and his chest.
Daniel remembered how they had sat and talked for hours. After getting them what turned out to be the final coffee for the night - and both cups still remained on the coffee table, half-empty - Jack had settled himself onto the floor beside where Daniel was lying.
As they talked and Daniel's voice grew slurred from sleep Jack had picked up his hand and pressed it to his cheek while he thanked him for his loyalty and friendship throughout the whole year, and the promise that the anthropologist had given him that night to 'be there' for him, helping him care for Philip over the next few months. There was no mention of whether Daniel would help care of Jack when his time came. Neither man broached that particular conversation.
While Jack rubbed his face against Daniel's soft palm, the young man's long tanned fingers brushed the stubble-covered cheek and lightly fondled Jack's ear. All the while they talked - about the Simmons' men and the one that they each, respectively, loved.
As Daniel's fingers lightly touched Jack's ear the colonel moaned and rolled his heavy head back to rest against the reclining man's hipbone. When it became uncomfortable he adjusted his position, shifting his head so that it ended up nestled between the slightly protruding bone and Daniel's raised thigh. Giving into the sleep-induced stupor, and past the point of making coherent choices in the name of 'appropriate behavior between two male friends', Daniel's hand simply followed the moving head, now combing lightly through the short gray hair. Their conversation slowed until it was nothing more than perfunctory grunts and slurred mumbles. So here they woke - sometime during the night Daniel's hand had slid down to be cradled by Jack's upper body while he, in turn, used Daniel's stomach as a pillow.
And that was how Philip, who was standing on the top step, discovered them that morning when he walked into Jaxk's house. He closed his eyes and turned away from the sight of the two 'healthy' men, both looking - to anyone who cared to look upon them - as lovers. The intimacy of the entwined bodies; the fact that Daniel, after shifting in his sleep, automatically went and patted the gray head that was sleeping against his crotch.. Well, it begged the question to him about how 'close' the two of them had become.
Silently making his way to the room to drop off his overnight bag Phil tried not to feel jealous even though he knew he was. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd imagined that Daniel might be a great 'distraction' for Jack after he'd died .....
Also, knowing where he'd been yesterday - after his phone call with Jack - sobered him up and made him see sense. Jack should take Daniel for a lover. If he felt braver, he'd even suggest it, but he knew Jack would be mortified by the idea. Still that didn't leave Philip in any doubt that not too long after he'd been laid to rest (well, cremated really - as his will requests) Jack would find solace for his grief in Daniel's strong arms.
Shaking himself clear of that melancholy thought Philip realized that he preferred it when it was 'him' doing the implying and imaging. Seeing it here - played out in a room that he almost called home - it was hard to take. Perhaps it was the glimpse into the future that he couldn't bear. He wanted Jack to move on - to be loved and to make love again, and he would never begrudge him the happiness of another long-term relationship - it was just that seeing how good the two of them would look.... in months to come.. it reminded him of his own mortality. Reminded him, too, that no matter how loved he felt right now - sometime in the near future Jack will no longer be 'his'... and as Jack will always remain, to him, his greatest love, that stung unfairly at the young artist's heart.
As he neared the living room again he heard the sounds of Daniel's muffled, sleepy voice. "Jack? Jack, you have to wake up.."
"No!" the officer had said, flinging his arm across Daniel's waist and nuzzling his face into the soft pouch beneath his cheek.
Philip watched as Daniel winced at that and wondered if it hadn't aroused his friend. He continued to watch as Daniel's hand lightly stroked Jack's salt'and'pepper hair.
"Come on Jack.." He grumbled then as Jack shifted again he stiffened and said, "No! Don't .. no Jack.. agh, no don't rub your face there!"
Philip lowered his eyes and wondered if he should leave them alone. For a brief moment he tried to work out the best way to leave without drawing attention to himself. Now that Daniel was awake he'd surely hear the front or back door open. Before he knew it, Daniel had given a long groan and he couldn't help but look at them again.
Daniel's hands were gripping Jack's head as the older man laid face down in his lap. "Oh, God Jack.. no.. no.. no.." Daniel said, catching his breath.
Jack's reply was muffled and Daniel winced again. Gripping the hair in his hands he lifted Jack's sleeping face off his covered crotch and then said, "I have to go to the bathroom! Stay here!"
Philip was so relieved to see that - despite appearances - it was all perfectly harmless. Daniel stumbled to his feet and lifted his eyes, seeing Philip the very instance that the artist turned to look at him.
"Oh!" Daniel said, adjusting his glasses into place. "I didn't see you there."
"No," Philip nodded then indicated down the hallway with his thumb. "You'd better.."
"Yeah!" Daniel said, practically bouncing on the spot before taking off in a fast walk to the bathroom.
Jack rolled over and, still slouched against the edge of the sofa, he slowly opened his bleary eyes and looked at his partner.
"Hi," Philip said with a bright smile as he cautiously stepped down into the living room.
Amidst grunts and curses of 'being too damn old for sleeping on the floor' Jack grappled to his feet and then threw his arms wide. Philip stepped against him and Jack slapped his arms around him tightly, almost like someone flinging a scarf around a neck, then he bowed his face and kissed Philip's ear lightly.
"How did it go yesterday?" He asked quietly against the ear. He felt the slender shoulders lift in a shrug and then Phil's hands rested on the curve of his butt, which was still numb from the sleeping position.
"You know, the usual. Needles, blood taken, urine samples.. tests," he said, bowing his face as he turned and stepped from the embrace. He didn't like to discuss his hospital visits, becoming more regular now, and wouldn't have even told Jack about this one had Jack not sounded so contrite for asking for a night 'alone' so he could talk to Daniel about something important. Philip always preferred to be alone following a hospital visit so when Jack started apologizing for wanting some 'more time', Phil eased his conscious by telling him he needed to be alone last night anyway.
The older man wet his lower lip as he watched the dark curls fall between him and the downcast face. He wondered if Philip was deliberately blocking him out. He rarely saw the young man with his hair up these days, and the beard - full and not very becoming, in Jack's opinion - altered him so much from the sleek artist Jack met and fell in love with nearly a year ago.
"Did you and Daniel talk, like you wanted to?" Phil tried to keep all jealousy and accusation from his voice.
Uneasiness swept through Jack as he resisted recalling yesterday’s events. Instead he stepped up behind Phil, slid his arms around the slender body and pulled him back against his chest. Securing him around the waist with one arm, he brushed Philip's long hair from his face and said, "You need a haircut."
A weak smile made it to Philip's lips and the younger man said, "Thinking of shaving it all off, actually." He'd noticed how it was coming out in clumps under the shower and didn't want to have straggly hair, so he'd been giving some serious thought to cutting it all right off. Though he knew he wouldn't do it. He knew he couldn't...
"So, did you?" Philip asked again.
"Yeah. We thrashed out a few issues.." Jack hoped to sound blasé.
"Is everything alright?"
"Between us?" - Meaning him and Daniel - "Yeah, sure," he said with a casual shrug.
Philip smiled, this time he seemed to mean it. "Good."
*
The two men managed to convince Daniel to stay for dinner again that evening, however Philip was not the most congenial host and ended up excusing himself from their company part way through the meal and going to the spare room - to rest and draw, he told them.
After he'd left them alone Jack and Daniel exchanged glances. The older man lifted his beer bottle to his lips as he shrugged.
"Should I go home?" Daniel asked.
Jack shook his head. "Sometimes he gets like this. Depression."
"Even more reason for me to go, so you two..."
Placing the bottle onto the table between them Jack lifted his cutlery and began to eat again. "There's no talking to him at times like this."
Daniel sat and watched his friend in surprise. Tilting his head he tried to meet the gloomy brown eyes but Jack didn't look at him. Sitting back, Daniel pushed his plate away slightly then said, "Does this happen a lot?"
"Sometimes. Janet told us both that the best thing is to let him go. He's learned to do constructive things during the really bad times, which is good.."
"Yeah, I .. I guess.."
For a moment Jack wondered what he'd choose to do if or when the depression hit him. He decided not to explore that thought any further and attacked his veal with renewed enthusiasm.
Daniel watched him a few moments then returned to his own dinner, realizing that this was all part of 'coping' with a terminal disease. There were times to act, there were times to react, and there were times to let go and give each other space. This seemed to be one of those times.
They were almost finished eating when Philip came back out to the dining room. Daniel noted that his once sprite steps were now small shuffles and that Philip looked shorter somehow. He watched as the artist came up behind Jack, slipped one arm around his neck and toyed his palm over Jack's chest as he bent to kiss the gray hair. One of Jack's hands gripped Phil's wrists while the other continued to place a forkful of food into his mouth without hesitating. Lifting his head back, Jack smiled up at the man behind him and Philip kissed his forehead lightly.
"I'm going to make some tea. Can I get either of you a hot drink?" Now he looked over at Daniel, waiting for an answer.
"Coffee." Daniel said with a nod.
Philip smiled at him then said with a throaty laugh, "Of course!"
Daniel returned the smile from his good friend.
"Afterwards, Daniel, would you like to come and see something I'm working on?"
"Oh?" Jack's brows arched as he twisted to look at his partner behind him. "Showing ‘him’ your sketches now?"
All three laughed and Philip said, "Hey, why not. You know me, Love, I was always up for a threesome!" He kissed the side of Jack's mouth, threw a wink over at Daniel and then pushed on the swing door to go into the kitchen.
Jack stared off after him in puzzlement. "No!" he said then swung around to face Daniel quickly. "No! I did not know that, Phil-ip!" he said, in a voice raised to get the attention of the man in the kitchen.
Daniel was chuckling as he shook his head. "I think that was the point, Jack."
Rolling his eyes, the colonel shrugged and said, "I knew that!"
Soon Philip came out and put Daniel's cup down.
"Oh," the anthropologist said, getting up quickly to help. Philip pressed his palm against his friend's chest.
"Danny, I can carry a cup or two to the damn table. Stop fretting!" He turned and disappeared into the kitchen once more.
The remonstrated man quickly looked down at Jack and saw a little amusement in the older man's eyes. With a jut of his chin Daniel sat back into his seat and looked at Jack.
"He's got this independence streak.. Should have warned you!" Jack teased.
Lowering his voice Daniel leaned towards him and said, "I didn't mean to treat him like an invalid."
Jack saw the sincerity in Daniel's eyes and his own smile faded. "Just relax Danny."
Inhaling a deep breath then blowing it out, Daniel picked up his knife and fork again, more for something to do that to resume his now-cold dinner. Jack was watching him closely then turned as Philip reached in front of him to put the cup down. There were brown streaks of spilled coffee down the white mug and a small pool of liquid formed at the base of the cup on the wooden table. Shifting his gaze onto his paramour, Jack's smile softened lovingly.
"Thanks Baby.."
With a wink Philip turned and went back to the spare room. Daniel had just put one last forkful of food into his mouth when he heard, "Don't forget about me, Daniel!"
The blue eyes shifted and found Jack's gaze. He must have showed his confusion on his face because Jack said, "His sketches, remember?"
Nodding profusely, Daniel chewed his food hastily then swallowed. "Be right there!"
*
Philip looked up from his sketch as he heard the door open. His eyes shifted to check to see if Jack had followed him, but obviously he hadn't as Daniel pushed the door almost closed behind him. He looked around the room, lit only by the light over the art table Philip was sketching on. There was a makeshift bed in the corner, its bedding all mussed up like it had recently been used. Other than that, and the great big desk which Philip sat at, which allowed him to face the door, there was nothing "Philip' about the room. It still looked like the room Daniel had slept in when he first returned from Abydos.
"Enjoy your dinner?" Philip asked. The blond man nodded and he sunk his hands into his pant's pockets and sidestepped around the table to look over Phil's shoulder.
"You know Jack's pouting that you want to show me this and not him.." he told him with a soft laugh. Philip watched how Daniel's eyes seemed to nervously look over the sketch before him.
It was unlike anything he'd seen Philip sketch before. "What's this?" he asked. Philip shrugged then swiped his wrist against the tip of his nose.
"It's a design for a carving,..."
"For?"
Wetting his mouth quickly, Philip lowered his eyes as he said, "my .. uh.. my head stone.."
A sudden whooshing sound reverberated in Daniel's head, like blood pumping through his ears, and he sucked in a harsh breath. "Head stone?"
The artist slipped off his stool and stepped away from the pale man, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs before picking up his cup of tea and sipping at it casually. Daniel spun to stare at him, his eyes dark with bewilderment. "Phil?"
"Everyone has a head stone, Daniel," he tried to sound nonchalant.
Looking at the sketch again, of a gray wolf's face tilted against the top of a black bear's head, Daniel held his hand up towards it and said, "but not everyone takes the time to... sketch... a carving for it!"
"Not everyone would have the talent it takes to," Phil said flippantly, and then sensing the horror in his friend he lowered his face. While it helped him to joke about it all on rare occasions, he had come to realize that others - Jack, Daniel, Graham and even Todd - found making light to the subject hard to do.
"What's this mean?" Daniel asked, twisting his face from the sketch to Phil then back to the sketch again.
"The actual image? Or the fact that I'm doing it now?" Philip asked, still trying to sound nonchalant even though his chest had constricted and his breathing increased slightly.
Daniel did a double take when he looked at him. Tilting his head slightly he
Said, "Either. Both?"
"I'm going to die," the younger man stated simply, as if the pain, the anguish, of admitting that out loud meant nothing to him.
Daniel shifted his gaze, then his face, to look at his friend. "Don't say that."
A trembling smile fluttered on Philip's lips now. "I know it Daniel. You know it too."
Blinking as he straightened up, Daniel asked, "Is this just the depression talking?"
Philip's smile turned sad and he looked down at the floor. "Maybe." Changing his tone quickly, Philip said, "Do you remember that clairvoyant I told you about a long while ago?"
Daniel nodded but said nothing.
"She was right. If I die now, I die at a happy time."
"Stop wishing it.."
With a laugh that was more like a harsh cough, Philip cut him off. "Wishing it upon myself? I'm hardly doing that." He said, turning his attention to his sketch again. "I'm preparing for it, Daniel. There's a difference."
"Well, in preparing for it, have you thought to prepare Jack as well? If it's this imminent?"
"It's not imminent, but it 'is' going to happen. Ignoring it, or denying it, doesn't make it go away," Philip said, picking up his charcoal piece and lightly adding a few strokes to the gray-wolf's face. "My support group tells me to start making lists - things I need, things I want done after it's all over..."
"Jesus," Daniel said quietly, turning away and rubbing his face. He felt like he couldn't handle anymore talk of death. All last night with Jack and now again with Philip, it was too hard to bear. But he was a friend to both men so it stood to reason he would be consulted, taken into the confidence in turn, by both of them.
"I want you to look after Jack.."
"That's a given," Daniel said quietly, not meeting his look. Philip smiled then nodded as he returned to the image before him, adding strokes with a shaky hand.
"He's not to mourn too long!" the artist said almost jokingly. Daniel spun on the spot and stared at him. He wanted to tell Philip that he was crazy if he thought Jack wasn't going to plummet to the pits of grief when his lover finally succumbed, but before he could get any words out Philip fixed him with a serious stare and added, "You'll see to that for me, won't you?"
Daniel's mouth moved but for a second, nothing came out. "I'll . do .. do my best."
A grateful smile filled Phil's soft brown eyes. "I know you will."
Daniel's eyes narrowed a little then he tilted his head and enquired, "Ugh, wait a minute! Are you implying...?"
The other man blinked then shifted his attention to the picture once more as he said, casually, "I'm not implying anything.."
"Good."
"Would it be so bad? He's always loved you.."
"Phil."
"In his own way."
"Please," Daniel sighed and rubbed his face again. "I .. I can't have this conversation.. Not tonight.." He settled his sad blue eyes onto his waiflike friend and said, "Maybe never."
Philip returned the intense stare then nodded, looking contrite. "I guess in trying to tie you and him together I ease the guilt I feel for leaving him."
Settling himself onto the edge of a low cupboard, Daniel folded his arms across his body then bowed his head. "You can't pass him on like some possession though Philip. Besides, I've told you before, it's not like that between us."
"You know I never gave this any thought until he told me that you and Teal'c had separated." He watched as color rose in Daniel's face then nodded with a smile. "Jack said it was amicable, but I know you, Daniel..." His smile broadened when Daniel's eyes met his own. "I thought it was because you had feelings for someone else instead."
"And you immediately thought it was Jack?"
"No-" He gave a soft laugh then said, "I first thought it was Graham." He waited for any reaction but Daniel's face remained stolid. "Then, over time, as I listened to Jack talk about you and witnessed a few, well let's just say a few 'intimate' moments between the two of you.."
Daniel lowered his chin to his chest as his face flushed. He immediately recalled the incident a short while ago when Philip discovered him and Jack tumbling together on the ground fighting for some money.
"Believe it or not, Daniel, it doesn't bother me. Even if you two were already.."
"We're not!" He said, his eyes wide at the accusation.
Nodding, Philip said quietly, "I believe you then.." They fell into a long silence then Philip sighed, pushed his hands though his long hair and sat on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest. "It's times like this I really miss smoking.." He commented absently without looking at anything in particular.
Daniel inhaled a deep breath then blew it out slowly. Searching for a topic of conversation, he returned to the reason he first came into the room. "The sketch is good."
Philip blinked slowly as he looked at the drawing table. "The sketch is morbid. It makes me morbid when I work on it, but it has to be completed. I'm working to a non-disclosed deadline here..." His eyes shifted to focus behind the sketch and onto the blue eyes closely watching him. "I have to prepare. Myself, my estate, everything. I've left Graham executor of my will.."
"Oh." He thought it was odd that it wasn't Jack.
"If I'd left Jack the executor I think he'd be asked a lot of awkward questions and he'd be going through enough - I don't want him having to answer such questions to his bosses at the base."
Daniel caught his breath then blinked quickly. "Have you told him this?"
"Yes. He knows, why?"
"Nothing."
"And as Jack's friend, you'll probably be brought into the middle of it - between him and Grae. Is that going to be a problem?"
"I'm sure when it gets to this stage neither Jack nor Graham will be holding grudges.."
Philip snorted. "Graham's still pretty choked up about what happened between him and Jack - and how it affected your relationship with him. I guess, in a way he's right; Jack got everything. You. Me. He's happy, for the most part. And Grae's left.. well, alone, I guess, for most of the time. That's why he changed to day duty again."
"I wondered," Daniel muttered then when he realized he'd said that out loud he added, "I've seen him around the base." The way he fluttered his lashes then ducked his face, he looked almost embarrassed to have noted such a thing.
A smile twitched at the corner of Philip's mouth but it was hidden beneath the thick beard. "And I guess, with Jack in a relationship with me, he figures it's time to come out of hiding.."
"Hiding?"
"Come on," Philip chided gently. "You don't think that he went to night duty because he preferred the *hours*? He wanted to avoid the both of you." Philip's conversation had been interspersed with small splutters but soon he began to have short fits of coughing, enough so that Daniel was starting to grow concern.
"Shall I get your medication?"
Shaking his head, Philip reached into the overnight bag beside his bed then took a few puffs, easing himself back against the pillow behind him to let it take effect. Daniel watched as the sinewy throat arched, the Adam's apple protruded like a dorsal fin under the blotchy, beard covered skin.
"You know, I was always really sorry things didn't turn out between the two of you." Phil rolled his head against the pillow until he looked into Daniel's eyes. "Always fancied you as a brother-in-law."
Daniel lifted his eyes to the ceiling then pursed his lips.
"Maybe if I can't get you and Jack together, I can try getting you and Grae back together," Philip teased.
"You need to concentrate on yourself, and stop thinking about me," Daniel said, with a light laugh.
"Well, if neither of them interest you..." The artist rolled onto his side now and tucked his hand under his head to look at Daniel. "I know this wonderful guy who really needs .. well, a good lay!"
Daniel's face flushed. "Jesus, Philip!"
"Hey!" The younger man chuckled. "Remember that I lived in the room next door for a while back there! I know that beneath that meek exterior beats the heart of a man who.. well... who.. likes it."
Coughing softly, Daniel got to his feet and shut the door to the bedroom. "I'd rather Jack didn't over hear any of this..."
Philip smiled at his friend’s sudden coyness. "You think he's out in the hall, listening in?" Throwing his head back slightly he laughed. "There's a game on, Daniel. He's in front of the TV, no where else."
"Still," Daniel said with a quick roll of his eyes. "It's still not something I think Jack needs to over hear on his way to the bathroom or something."
Philip watched him a moment then laughed again. "Sure." Peeking out at his friend from under his long lashes, he said, "I'm serious about that friend. He really does need one.."
"A good lay?" Daniel was not overly surprised by the turn of conversation. He and Philip had often had frank and revealing discussions in the past, it was something that was essential to their friendship and something that Daniel shared with no one other than Philip. The young artist spent too much time with him during the first throes of passion with his brother not to have caught sight of the more passionate, more seductive and more 'hungry' side of the otherwise 'meek' man.
Philip laughed so hard that he started coughing again. Through gulps of breath he said, "No, a friend!" before dissolving into another fit of coughing.
"Why? What's wrong with him?" Daniel asked out of interest as he scratched his thumbnail across his eyebrow.
Calming now, Phil said, "Nothing. He's just relatively new in town and, well as all my friend's dropped me like a hot potato as soon as they found out, I haven't really had a load of people to introduce him around to." He pressed himself to sit up, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed now. "You've met him actually. Todd. From the night of the accident?"
Daniel's brows arched up high then he nodded. "Oh, him!"
Philip nodded then lowered his face so that he was looking at his friend from under his lashes again. "He's really sweet and he doesn't know many people.."
"And he just happens to be gay?" Daniel sighed.
Philip gave a shrug. "Well, yeah, otherwise I'd be introducing him to someone else.."
"You said it was for friendship though," Daniel rallied.
"Well, yeah, but he's intelligent and he's .. well, you saw him, he's handsome.. don't you think?"
"I don't remember," Daniel said with a shrug. That was true. He was so taken aback by the confession from the stranger that he and Philip had been in bed at the time of the accident that he'd promptly forgotten what he looked like. All he knew was - if he was having an affair with Philip - it had to stop.
"He used to be a model."
That didn't interest Daniel in the least, but he nodded and said, with a heavy sigh, "What are you suggesting here? A date or..?"
"Well, we could just go out as a small group, the four of us."
"A double date? With you and Jack."
A wanton grin crossed Philip's face. "Could be interesting!"
Daniel rolled his eyes shut then said, reluctantly, "Yeah, sure." Opening his eyes quickly he pointed to his friend and said, "But don't tell him it's a 'date-date'. It's just a dinner date, with 'friends'." He stressed the last word. Philip smiled and nodded at Daniel's suggestions. Philip got up off the bed and threw his arms around the anthropologist and buried his face against his chest.
"You're a national treasure!" He laughed. "Get it? My archaeologist friend is a national treasure!" As he laughed he patted his hand on Daniel's firm chest in a good-natured way.
"I got it," the other man muttered. 'It just wasn't a ‘good’ joke."
Philip groaned and squeezed the bulk within his arms. "You're so mean to me!"
"Yeah, yeah! Whatever," Daniel muttered and cupped his hand around the back of Philip's head. Pulling back the young man searched Daniel's face intimately.
"You know, I can really see what Grae finds attractive in you.."
"Thank you," Daniel said quietly then added, "But you've got your tenses mixed up. The word is 'found'..."
With a roll of his eyes Phil said, "If you say so." Daniel frowned then went to ask something else but Philip cut him off with, "So, I'll set this up with Todd and let you know when and where. Okay?"
Daniel nodded then tilted his head towards the door and suggested, "Maybe we could go and rejoin Jack for a while?"
Philip smiled, a little hesitantly, and shook his head. "I really need to finish this sketch." He settled himself onto the stool then said, "I'm really glad you said Yes Daniel, and I know I tease you, but I really do know it's just as friends!"
Daniel gave a quick smile as he put his hands on his hips. "Good. The last thing I need in my life at the moment is another man."
Philip shrugged like he didn't agree. "Just the right one."
The blue eyes grew a little dull as Daniel said, "Yeah, well, when he comes along, I hope I recognize him..."
Philip looked at him a long moment then said, gently, "so do I, Daniel." As the man at the door turned to step out, he added, "You'll come and say good night before you go, won't you?"
The anthropologist nodded. "Yeah, of course." By the time he'd shut the door, Philip had resumed his work on the sketch before him.
END OF PART 27
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