The three of us sit out on the terrace, overlooking the sea. In the heat, coffee, juice and toast are as much as any of us wants for breakfast.
“I have to go back to the city for a few days," announces my Master. “I´ll be setting off after breakfast. Is there anything that either of you wants bringing back?"
Michael shrugs. “No, I´m good."
“Me neither, Master, but this is a bit sudden, isn´t it? You never mentioned it before."
“I´ve only just found out when I checked my e-mails this morning. Haswell wants to talk to me about something."
“Is everything alright?"
“I think so. The tone was light enough. I´m hoping he wants to discuss an extended contract."
“Good luck on that one," says Michael. “You can have this place every summer for me..."
After breakfast, my Master changes into hi
