A Saint and a WhoreChapter 8
We didn't get a chance to talk on Friday morning, at least not about what was foremost in our minds. Murphy's Law struck again, as the kids woke up early and joined us in the bedroom, bubbling with life and making noises and all, and soon we were all engaged in the usual morning routines of a family. After breakfast I kissed everybody goodbye and left for work, slightly saddened at the prospect of waiting 14-15 hours, before I could talk to my lovely Helen without the kids listening...