FIVE
Monday morning and Mandy was up, dressed, and ready to go into work, feeling remarkably energised. Jack was still off sick, the powers that be insistent, finally, he be treated for his Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). She had watched him and wondered if he was keen to get back? Clearly he had energy, but it was difficult to know with Jack what he was truly thinking, or how he felt. A slow slide into retirement she had imagined or dared hoped, but realistically never expected; was this ever on the cards? She tried to summon up the words to describe what it was she expected, did she even know what she wanted? Carry on in the next level of MI5 with Jack, or, just stop? Then what?
They had shared a languorous Sunday, never straying far from their bed, luxuriating in the warmth and
