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Those years of our marriage passed sweetly, and it seemed everything we touched turned to gold. We had a home we had remodelled and loved with a pool and all the trimmings, and we got a great kick out of entertaining our friends. I was the General Manager of a financially robust and expanding company, which I had worked hard to build up from small beginnings. I was paid handsomely, owned shares in the business, and drove the top of the range BMW. Heather was Chair of the Board, and my sister was a director, with a special responsibility for product development and quality control. To get away from the pressure of business, Peg and I would slip away on Night Winds and anchor in a quiet cove somewhere. My memories of the war and its aftermath had receded to wherever those things rest, an
