Hannah Johnson/Wright.

I stood there for a moment, there was no trace of Fiona anywhere. She probably got tired of the unending conversation and left. Silence reigned for a few minutes and I shifted uncomfortably in my feet.

“How have you been?” Hannah asked me finally.

I smiled politely. “I’m okay.” A pause.

“Congratulations on your marriage. Sorry its a few years late.”

She opened her arms, out wide; I went into them.

“Well, it’s been four good years.”

“I’m surprised Wesley didn’t tell you.”

“He didn’t. Or maybe I wasn’t listening.”

She released me and grinned. She led me to the kitchen island where she was tossing salads. I sat down beside her,

“Now, cut these.” She place a bowl of garnishes in my hands, “and put them in, these” she gave a couple of other bowls.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I laughed.

“Tell me about your life.” She said as I moved to wash my hands.

“There’s nothing much to talk about.” I shrugged.