When Trina laid her handbag on the table, he snapped out of his brown study. “I didn’t mean to startle you, darling,” she apologized, sitting down. Pouring a half cup of coffee, she thought back to Monday night when her husband had acted out of character again. She shuddered inwardly, trying to negate the memory with the fact that he had acted normally ever since. Last night he had been particularly enjoyable and restful—one of their soft music, reading, talking, and eventual love-making evenings. “I was just thinking about the trip we want to take,” he said flashing his toothy grin. “When are you completely through with your job for the summer?” “June fifteenth. That’s a Friday. Now, let me ask you a question. Will you be far enough ahead on your writing schedule to enjoy a vacation without worrying about working?” “I should be. I have to admit that I feel more relaxed since beginning my visits with Doctor Dayton.”
