Wednesday, May 2 • Early morning
The chime of the clock in the other room sounded midnight, and Vera gave herself one last look-over in the mirror.
She'd begun to notice more fine lines, lately. Oh, the slight wrinkles in the forehead were nothing new — lines of concentration from night after night staring at fields of numbers.
The laugh lines, however. Those were a relatively recent development.
I believe most of these are your fault, Cowboy.
And I suppose each one of them was worth it. Oh, but if I weren't such a kind woman ...
The primary reason for the increase in laughter in her life was waiting — even if he didn't know it quite yet — for the first part of his present.
Finally finished with her primping and pampering, Vera wrapped a white silk robe around herself, slipped into a pair of marabou slippers and went to wake the birthday boy.
"Roger?" Vera sat on the side of the bed and pulled back the duvet just enough to place a kiss on his shoulder.
"Wake up. It's time to go."