Day EightIt was Sally who rose first the next morning. She would love to have lain a little longer, but decided she wouldn't embarrass her mother by coming downstairs at the same time as Bill. She washed the glasses and cups they had used the night before and set the table for breakfast. She also made a pot of coffee ready for whoever came down next. It turned out to be her father. He sat down beside her and she poured him some coffee.
“Did you sleep all right, Dad?”
“Yes, thank you.” He grinned at her and winked. “Did you?”
The expression on his face told all. Sally's face turned the colour of beetroot. “You heard us then,” she whispered.
“I heard you both laughing, that's all. Don't worry, your mother was asleep and didn't hear anything at all.”
“I do love him you know.”
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