She toes off her shoes, sliding them under the lower cabinets so they're out of her way. it has been trying year, but it is not politic to say so. She had liked Andrew in his way.

"Monday. I must return tomorrow. David is away. No rest for wicked." She finishes the strawberries, dribbles sugar over top and puts them in refrigerator.

"I am surprised you are here alone," she tells him, padding onto patio. "Shall I make you drink?"