Canon Ch 07
One year later: ‘Want a Coke, sweetheart?’ Geoff spoke from the kitchen, where he had gone to get one for himself. ‘No, thanks. But hurry up. I miss my leaning cushion.’ He chuckled and returned to the couch where Amy lay on her back, holding a book in the air and reading. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, and was barefoot. Without a word, and without losing her place, she sat up, Geoff resumed his seat beside her, and then she settled back again with her head resting comfortably in...