He would take time to savour the second glass. The last twenty-four hours had been quite an ordeal. Why did life have to be so complicated – especially where women were concerned? Oh for the simplicity of a few casual affairs. It had been so easy when he was younger; lots of pretty girls and so much fun with no strings attached. Last year, he had changed the pattern and what a mistake that had been. Now he was dealing with the fallout. He heard Vicki running down the stairs and looked up as she came into the kitchen. At least she brightened his day a little. She smiled at him. He poured another glass of wine and offered it to her. As she clinked her glass against his, she said, ‘So, what would you like in your frittata? Onions, mushrooms, tomato, peppers?’ ‘Anything. I’m sure it will be delicious.’ ‘Okay.’ She sipped her wine. ‘Hmm, that’s lovely.’ She raised her glass to him and placed it down on the counter. Beside him on the table was a small vase containing a bunch of twigs and feathers which Vicki had arranged.
