In the morning when the man awoke he was treated to a breakfast of tea and porridge with fruit but his eating habits were most improper. For thing he ate with his hands and he shoved the food in his mouth, eating like he had been starved. Wendy was grateful that her mother had left early to pick up her father and Michael at the train station because if she saw this man's table manners she would be most appalled.
"You musn't eat like that." She told him.
"Like what?" He asked with a mouth full of porridge.
"Like a wild animal. Goodness have you always eaten like that?"
"I guess, it feels normal."
"Well that won't do if you'll be staying in this house. You can finish your meal but once you're done we're going to discuss somethings."
After breakfast Wendy laid out a shirt and trousers that belonged to her brother John then gave him some stockings and a pair of shoes that her father in his younger years. They were all a perfect fit. She then took him into the bathroom and began to wash his face, clean his teeth, and comb his hair.
"Is this really necessary?" He asked.
"Yes. Now that you're dressed and have been cleaned up I think that we should pick out a name for you."
She grabbed a book of baby names off of the shelf and turned to the section containing boy names.
"Here read this and pick out a name you like."
"Uh..." He said looking at the words of the page confused. This man you see was illiterate so the words all looked like a big jumbled up mess. He blushed and turned away feeling embarrassed.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"I...I don't know if I should tell you this."
"Tell me what?"
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Of course that would be very rude."
"Alright I...I can't read."
"Can't read? Well we can fix that, for now I'll just say some names and you tell me which one you would like. There's James, Edward, Henry, Jack, Peter, Charles-"
"Peter." He said. "I would like my name to be Peter."
"Oh...Did I say Peter?"
"Yes."
"Oh...I...I did." She said suddenly feeling very melancholic. She had been talking out of her head when she said that name because you see whenever she heard the name Peter it reminded her of her first love. The boy who would never grow up. Peter Pan. Eight years ago after he brought her home he had promised her that he would come back but he never did. Breaking her heart and leaving her to believe that he was too angry over her choice to grow up to see her again. It didn't hurt as much as it did when she was younger but she still wondered why he never kept his promise.
"If you don't like it I can pick a different name." He said.
"No. Peter is a lovely name and I think it suits you."
They heard a knock at the door.
"Stay here." Wendy intstructed Peter.
She then went downstairs to answer the door. The person knocking was Edgar Harris, son of Reginald Harris Mr. Darling's boss. A wealthy young man who had fought in the British army and was due to inherit all the banks his father owned. Mr. Darling was quite pleased when Edgar began taking an interest in his daughter as did her Aunt Millicent, both agreed that a marriage between the two would be perfect.
"Edgar what a nice surprise." She said. "But are you doing here?"
"Can I not see my inteneded fiance?" He asked.
"No but you really should have called first."
"I know but where's the fun in that? Anyway I was wondering if you would join for lunch today?"
"I would love to but I'm very busy today perhaps another time."
"Then at least give me a kiss goodbye."
Wendy gave him a peck on the cheek and turned to leave only for Edgar to grab her hand.
"You call that a kiss?"
Peter wondered what was taking Wendy so long? Concerned he went downstairs to see.
"Edgar I don't think now is the appropriate time to give you anything more than a harmless peck." Wendy told him. "Now I must be going."
He pulled her to his chest which made Peter growl.
"You'll have to do better than that Wendy. You know how persistent I can be."
Wendy just rolled her eyes and tried to pull away only for Edgar to tighten his hold.
"Edgar stop. I mean it."
Thinking that he was trying to hurt Wendy, Peter bolted into the room and carefully pulled her away from him.
"What the- How dare you!" Edgar said insulted. "Just who the devil do you think you are?!"
"She told you to stop." Peter said. "And if you touch her again I will punch out your teeth."
"Why you imputent piece of filith!"
"Boys please stop." Wendy said. "Peter there's no need to threaten Edgar, Edgar please call down and let me explain."
"Very well. Explain to me who the devil this man is."
"Edgar this is Peter. I found him in the park yesterday, he was injured and he has amnesia so he will be staying with me and my family until he can remember who he is."
"Wendy are you mad? This man could be dangerous."
"He's perfectly harmless."
"He threatened to punch out my teeth."
"He thought you were hurting me it was just a misunderstanding." She turned to Peter. "Peter this is Edgar Harris, he's a friend of mine and he wasn't hurting me he was only teasing."
The two men looked at each other both giving the other a glare of suspicion and distrust.
"My apologies." Edgar said.
"Peter could you leave me and Edgar alone to talk please?"
Peter gave Edgar another distrustful glare then did as she asked.
"Begging your pardon Wendy but don't they have a place for people in his condition? It's just downtown across from the butcher shop."
"Edgar that's the asylum. Peter's not mad he just has no memory."
"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with a strange man living here with you."
"You needn't worry about me Edgar I'll be fine. Now if you don't mind Peter needs to start his lessons."
"Lessons?"
"I'll explain later. Have a good day."
She kissed his cheek again and showed him to the door then returned upstairs to begin her lessons with Peter.