Eye of the Needle(109)

“Why shouldn’t they know?” he groused. “She’s got a medal, you know. She won’t tell me where she keeps it because she doesn’t like me showing it to visitors.”

She was pouring tea. “It’s all over now and best forgotten.” She handed a cup and saucer to her husband.

He took her arm and held her there. “It’s far from over,” he said, and his voice was suddenly gentle.

They looked at each other for a moment. Her beautiful hair was greying now and she wore it up in a bun. She was heavier than she used to be. But her eyes were still the same: large and amber and remarkably beautiful. Those eyes looked back at him now, and they both were very still, remembering.

Until David jumped off his grandpa’s lap and knocked the cup of tea to the floor and the spell was broken.