side in perfect harmony.
‘You understand, don’t you?’ he asked softly. ‘Please say that you do?’
She nodded. ‘Thank you. Not just for my flowers, but for hers.’
‘They had to come first. I know that now.’ He smiled suddenly. ‘You’re wearing yours,’ he said, indicating the gold brooch on her shoulder.
‘I always wear it.’
‘Promise me that you always will?’
‘I promise-for ever.’
She leaned down and took two of the flowers, one of each, putting them away to be kept, also for ever. All done now. All answered. All forgiven.
He kissed her gently, knowing that everything else must wait a little. But they could afford to wait.
Nor did they look back as they walked away. There was no need. They knew the flowers were blooming brightly in the morning sun.
Lucy Gordon
