“Welcome back, sailor!” Vicky said.
Laughing with excitement as she slowly wiggled out of my defensive grasp.
Looking deep into my eyes I noticed a momentary hint of genuine concern pass over her face.
“You can tell me about it later, let’s get some drinks and relax for awhile.”
“Scotch, neat; Amy will have a Rusty Nail.”
Cherry quickly moved off and fixed our drinks while we moved over to one of the comfortable crescent moon shaped lounge tables.
Soon Cherry was back with a tray of hors d’oeuvres and our drinks.
My phone announced the arrival of an image.
Everyone gasped suddenly staring down at the image displayed on my phone.
There was no doubt what was going on as I stared back into the eyes of my wife’s face…
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