StrongMarianne breezed in from dropping the kids at school. Jarrod had taken the advice of his own body and slept on through the morning rush, only rousing when Aneka raced in and jumped on the bed knees first to say goodbye. Marianne clanged around in the kitchen, putting plates and pans in cupboards while the kettle came to the boil, and that was enough to get Jarrod out of bed and downstairs.
“Hi, honey,” said Marianne with a big smile. She was on a mission and was full of energy.
“Good morning,” Jarrod replied, wiping crusts from the corner of his eye with a knuckle. “Oh, how I needed that. Thanks for letting me sleep on through.”
“So, what’s happening with the coaching job at Darlington?” asked Marianne.
Jarrod looked at her, as if alarmed.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Just wo
