"I could not begin to say," Marina said with an indulgent smile at her husband's humor. "But I will take your word for it on the taste of horse."
She enjoyed any moments alone with Oliver. Though they had been together for over seventy-five years, she still loved him just as fiercely as in the early days of their courtship. But time had granted her an understanding of her mate that made everything that much simpler. "You worry," she said, "and I love you for it. But relax and let your restlessness fade for now. We are having a break and that is good."
She smiled as he asked about their daughter. "She's texted me," she told him. "Her day is going well. Quiet, like ours. She'll be home for dinner tonight. Do you have any requests?"