Joel was in a rush as the pulled into the driveway of the mansion. The road curved all the way up to a circular 'pull-around' type of driveway in front of the Mansion. An overhang was present, just in front of the steps to the Mansion's main entrance. The driver pulled the Rolls Royce Phantom around the bend and under the overhang. The car stopped, smoothly, without much sound. "Thank you James; have a great weekend," Joel said to the driver. He exited the car and headed up the stairs ot the main entrance. Opening the door, he walked in to his beautiful home, where only he and his younger brother, of 19 years, lived. Since his parents' death, he had taken care of Lucian and the two were very close.
Joel headed up the stairs, making his way toward the Master Bedroom where he slept. He heard the sound of running water from down the long hallway, and followed it. He stopped at the bathroom door, and smelled the warming and fragrant smell of shampoo, soap and conditioner evaporating into the air. He took a deep breath, and spoke. "Lucian, I'm home now. I'm sorry for being late; I hope you haven't been waiting long." He didn't want his brother to be upset. Every night it seemd, Lucian made the two of them dinner, and did so willingly. He hoped he hadn't been so late as to miss this show of trust and loyalty and love that Lucian always enjoyed showing him.
"I'll be in the library," Joel added, slowly walking away from the door.
Home. Sweet. Home.