Thirty-NineVicky opened the front door, smiling at the two men who stood there. “How did it go?”
“It went well,” Jake replied.
“It was a fitting farewell,” added Wilf.
“Well come in. I will put the kettle on. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat a horse,” Jake said. Wilf nodded his agreement as the men stepped into the hallway, removing their footwear. “I've put your bike next to the garden gate. I will bring it around the back in a minute.”
“Leave it there. I will sort it out in the morning. Did it work?”
“Yes. Although Wilf fell off a few times.”
“That's the last time I ride something like that. I thank you for your kindness, Vicky, but I would rather ride a black unicorn than a contraption like that again.”
“Well, I am glad that you are both back safely.” They walked into the kitchen,
