They both agreed that it had been quite an adventure, and a successful one at that. Back in London, Keith was there to meet them at the Eurostar terminal and whisk them to the house in the evening. “You’re very quiet,” he said to them once they were settled in the living room with mugs of tea. “Pleased with yourselves but quiet.” Eleanor and Jenna exchanged glances. Keith stood there with his arms folded, waiting. “What have you been up to?” “Sorry Kiff, I’m sworn to secrecy.” Keith looked suspiciously at his wife. “You must have had a very good time if you won’t even tell me about it.” “It wasn’t me, it was her,” said Jenna, pointing at Eleanor. “Thanks Sis. Actually Keith, I saw an old flame and . . .” “And?” “And he was gorgeous,”
