They spoke little on the flight back. The night and the helicopter were dark. Peter sat with his arm around Geneviève, holding her as close as he could without crushing her to him. And, as well as the headset allowed, she rested her head on his shoulder.
“Your family is wonderful,” Peter had set them to have a private intercom but they had been mostly content with the silence. “Though I feel a touch of pity for whatever man Jacqi finally decides on.”
“We all do. But for all that, she is an alarmingly sensible woman. The cooperative will continue very well under her management for many years. She loves the business, even more than mother. Maybe as much as Gram, if that were possible. I often think it is the only thing that grounds Jacqi on this planet.”
More miles passed in silence. Pete
