Marriette woke in the morning and smiled. The warm security of Torrance sleeping at her back was something she'd missed horribly in the past months. She rolled over and reached down under the blankets. Torrance woke with a start, then a smile to match his wife's spread across his face. By the time they made it downstairs they were far too late for breakfast. They went for a walk while they waited for the noon meal to be served.
The day was warm and bright. People aired out rugs and blankets while the sun shone. Torrance greeted many of them by name. Marriette was surprised at how pleasant it was to just hold hands. She craved physical contact as much as she had feared it before. Several times they stopped for long, passionate kisses. They had missed lunch by the time they returned to the
