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A few weeks later…
It was a truth universally acknowledged that when two adults with their own complicated lives tried to figure out their future, several bottles of wine were required.
And lots of good-natured laughter and arguing.
“What we need is a mutually agreeable base of operations,” said Isabelle, trying to keep things accurate.
“You mean, a home.”
“I suppose you could put it that way,” she said, scrawling ‘home’ on her notepad. A cozy fire crackled in the woodstove. She sat on the rug, elbows braced on the guesthouse coffee table, while Lyle lounged on the couch. He was recovering well, but he still wore a sling and needed help with showers.
Which she didn’t mind one bit.
“It sounds so normal.”
“Something wrong with normal?”
“I guess not.” She c****d her head and tap
