Chapter Twenty-Five“I've finished!” Crowed Ann. Pushing away her computer, she flung her arms upwards. This started a Mexican wave around the kitchen; Samuel, who was working on his homework, lifted his hands up and then Jon, who was standing at the kitchen sink, raised his marigolds skywards.
“It's not due for another couple of months,” Jon sounded impressed.
“I'm just too clever,” Ann stretched her right arm behind her neck.
“And organised,” Jon added.
“Seriously, the best decision I made was to do all my reading for it over last summer. Now I can concentrate on the remaining essays, and that's it, year three over. Undergraduate degree complete.”
“And the start of your new life Mrs what-shall-we-call-you? BA Hons Stokes? What do you think, Sam?”
Sam grinned, “I think it's really co
