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Nakka woke early, the clock read seven or thereabouts, his vision blurred. Lisa stirred beside him and he looked at her. She was blurred and he made all kinds of facial gurnying that would ordinarily send most people into either paroxysms of laughter or run a mile and, after a while, there she was, as clear as day. She had stayed, and she was smiling.
‘Morning, lover,’ Nakka said, a nervy grin, not sure if it was a good morning or if it would be a good day, but he smiled because she had smiled at him. This was good. He had stopped seeing Dawn in Lisa. As sisters, there was a strong physical likeness, but he now saw the woman in her own right. He had waited for that moment before he’d asked Lisa to marry him, this was important, not just for the success of their future relationship, bu
