I was leaving the bathroom a little after eight when I saw Sam coming from Magda's room. He was wearing the checked robe, his hair was tousled, and when he saw me he laughed. "Caught like a rat in a trap!" His eyes were happy, his back straight. "Well, well," was all I could say. "I'm going to make coffee. Will you two be wanting some?" I swallowed a giggle which made my voice squeak. "No. Yes. You make it. I'll come get some for me and Magda. We'll meet you in the sun room." He slipped past me into the hall bathroom. Always a gentleman, he'd left the master bathroom to her. I went on into the kitchen, feeling more lighthearted than I had in...in maybe years. Between the ceremony last night and this confirmation of my suspicions, the world seemed to be full of light. I had my coffee and English muffin in the sun room when the sweethearts came in, each carrying a coffee cup, her with a bowl of green grapes, him with a plate holding two toasted muffins.
