Chapter Nine.
I PULLED MY FLUFFY white robe around me, tightly, and reached for my steaming cup of coffee. “I could get used to this.”
“Which bit?” Sharon asked. “The luxurious hotel room with someone to cater to your every whim?”
I laughed at her description. “Yeah. I suppose so. But it’s more the... pace. Sleeping in. Not having to set an alarm. No work to go to.”
No husband to make breakfast for. No piles of washing. No children harassing me for the car, or money, or a lift.
Sharon swept her hand around the room. “This is what a holiday is meant to feel like.”
I thought about it for a moment and realized something strange. “Am I, like... retired now?”
Sharon grinned at me. “If you want to be.”
“What do you mean if I want to be? How could I want to be retired?”
I sipped my coffe
