CHAPTER FORTY SIX

It's hard to believe that Friday the 18th is already here. This weekend will be a lot of fun since I visit Rory tonight, and I will have him until late Saturday night. After that, Saika, Kerry, Ben and I will travel to Liverpool in the evening.

My son, who is two years old and went to his father's place twenty minutes ago, is making me rush around the house tidying up after him right now. In addition, I need to prepare myself, as Rory just called and informed me that he was about thirty minutes away. Kiran tried to linger, but I convinced him to leave the house. He persisted in asking when we would go out again, but the month he wanted to go out had already passed, and I had not changed my mind about my decision.

I can't remember the last time I felt this thrilled about something, and the door was about to open. My farmer has arrived, and I couldn't be happier if I were a pig in shite.

I haven't had direct eye contact with him for the past five weeks, so when I finally do, I greet him