James
I sit on a chair on the terrace overlooking the beach, my laptop to one side. The sky is melting into a soft pink and opal evening and a blanket covers my legs against the cooling air.
There is the sound of a car engine and the crunch of gravel. After a couple of minutes, Michael appears. He pulls up a chair. “You look comfortable. How are you doing?”
“Oh, better now just being out of the hospital. Charlotte set me up here.”
“Yeah, it's soul food this place isn't it.” He glances around. “Where is she?”
I told her to go get her head down for an hour. She's been running around after me all day.
“Trying to be a good sub?” His eyes twinkle.
I twinkle back. “I'd say so, yes.”
“I'd enjoy that while it lasts if I were you.”
“Yes, I'm sure the facade will crack at some point.”
Mich
