“Patricia,” she heard George’s strong voice behind her and she turned immediately.
“George!” She rose from her chair excited to see her husband and yet deathly afraid.
They embraced, kissing warmly. She remained in his arms, thinking if she never left them, she wouldn’t have to face the sordid story of her reckless night. Clinging to his chest, his warm heart beat next to hers and his steadfast bearing flooded her with a feeling of safety, an assurance that everything would be all right. Yet the embrace was far too short to suit her. Gently pushing her away, George looked down on her with his eyes boring tender holes in her comfort. She was immediately anxious, even though he remained calm.
“Let’s go our cottage,” he suggested.
Surely that would be better than discussing their marita
