Communion
Richard opened the door to Cabin 37, swung his suitcase and a shopping bag in behind him, set them down, smiled at Leah standing by the mantel, and smiled, ‘Hello, lovely.’ He stepped to her, took her two hands in his and twirled her around as if in the opening bars of a soft rhumba. ‘Twelve months is much too long to make a man wait to offer up such beauty to the gods of love.’ ‘Twelve hours would be too long to wait for you,’ Leah purred as she pulled him closer and took his face in her...