She lays her hand on his. “No, not anymore.” She stares into space for a moment then, “I'll admit it wasn't always like that. There were times that if you'd been standing in front of me, I would have punched your face in, but that's long gone.”
He laughs, but the sound is rueful. “I'm pleased to hear it. I would have felt morally bound to let you land the punch.”
The doorbell rings.
Perfect timing…
Lighten the mood…
“That will be Beth and Richard,” I announce. “Michael, Charlotte, why don’t you answer the door. Chad, Sebastian, what can I get you to drink?”
Sebastian offers the bag he brought in. “Got red and white here.”
“Perfect,” then I listen to the noises from the hall. Michael’s voice: “Beth, Richard. Lovely to see you. Charlotte, do you want to take their coats…”
I turn to C
