70 wivesbehavingbadly

"there 's a bad flu going around ." he placed a finger on his pulse , and squinted up at me with a grin ."it's galloping
i grinned back ." probably terminal ."
i sat down at the end of the bed and studied him . true , nathan dad not look quite in the pink , but his hair was thick . in good condition , and attractive gray-streaked . thank goodness he was not coarse or lumpy or hairy . nor had he run to fat , and the veins in his hands and legs were still decently burbied beneath the skin . thank goodness too he was not the sort of man who smelled , a roaring masculine presence whose limbes and noise invaded every space , for there was a delicacy and proportion about his appearance . " should you have a checkup ?"
he forked up egg ." i might ."
"i insist ."
"bully ." he spoke without rancor ." i'd prefer a holiday in cornwall . how about it , minty ?" the old spark flickered in his eyes . " it would be fun . the boys would love it . it would do us all good , it would be like old times ."
outside , a car door slammed , and rain spattered the window , but in the bedroom it was warm and peaceful .
i sidestepped cornwall ." talking of the boys ....about the nativity play ."
" what about it ?"
"mrs . jenkins promised lucas could be a wise man ." nathan raised a questioning eyebrow ." i'm afraid she said felix could be a sheep ."
"what !" nathan pulled himself uprigth ." and you didn't do anything ?"