It was a much simpler trip home than he had the previous night and was still daylight as Bennie pulled the Jag into his garage. He climbed upstairs, changed out of the mourning clothes, and came out looking to find Tash. The children were already in bed, and the dining table had a selection of tasty morsels to nibble on and a filled ice bucket with a bottle of Tattinger Rose 2003 already chilled.
“What"s the celebration?” Bennie enquired.
“Am I not allowed to welcome my husband home?” she replied gliding across to embrace him. “You are my husband under there, aren"t you?” She looked at the three days of growth on his face and stroked it gently. “I was so pleased to see the itinerary you printed. It is okay, isn"t it? We are really going? I didn"t know whether to tell Harry and Tammy unti
