‘I knew I still had this photo! Look at this, Mel, and tell me you don’t like Apple.’
The fireplace was crackling and despite a frost warning tonight, the living room was warm. Vince and Melanie shared the sofa with a platter of finger food on the coffee table within easy reach. He’d elected for an early dinner after Mel’s trip to the hospital, cutting up cheese, fruit, crusty bread, tomatoes, onions, and a few other bits and pieces from the fridge. It was easy for Mel to fill a small plate and nibble as she pleased without putting any stress on the broken arm.
‘Apple is a computer. And a phone. Also an iPad. Hmm, and a fruit!’
‘And a pony,’ Vince said.
Melanie popped a grape into her mouth and chewed, her eyes darting to the open photo album in Vince’s hands.
‘Before I show this to y
