The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel

“Did that often?” she asked. “Yep, every holiday he would make Calvin go outside and try to kick a ball around or play football with us. There was a lot of whining.” Kay laughed. “My boy is more of a computer man than a sports man. I couldn’t even tell you if he has a…

“But you recall the house now, so there is hope, Marilyn, I would like for you to get them back, even if it’s just for your own piece of mind,” he sighed. “Now you made mention of Christmas Day being a different matter for the boys wake-up time. “Mm, it’s usually much earlier than normal,…

“We likely could.” She nodded. “It’ll be very pretty with that view of the lake, all the snow and surrounded by pine trees.” “What does that house look like?” Kay asked her. “It’s bigger than this house,” she stated, with a half smile to herself. “It has nine bedrooms and three guest suites. Do you…

“We’ll unpack and then come and help make lunch,” Kay told her, and she was greeted by all of his family, even his niece and nephew. They all even managed to call her Marilyn. Veronica looked her over and shook her head. “He’s a damned fool, and if I were you, I’d smack him up…

He sighed and looked at the time. The shops wouldn’t be open yet, it was barely 7am. He headed outside to talk to Marilyn about what she wanted to do about Christmas decorations, so the boys could have a proper Christmas morning tomorrow. Did she want to go with the boys herself, or did she…

She smiled at the text from Kay, “Oh I see you’re sneaky and devious Marilyn, we’ve all discussed it, and we’ll all come down be there for the tree trimming this afternoon. I’ve got plenty of food to feed us all.” She chuckled softly to herself. “I won’t let them start the tree trimming, Kay,…

He roughly dried his hair and ran a comb through it, before heading downstairs to collect his phone, wondering where her car was. He could see the twins pushing towels along the floor, running along laughing about they could beat the other one, had turned it into a game of some sort. Competitive, he thought,…

She, however, didn’t get up and go greet him. He had to learn how it is to be around them by himself, and how hard it was to wrangle them sometimes. The boys came back carrying a bag, each yelling about dinner was here. She’d set the table outside and turned on the outdoor lights…

“I could well be for him. But he shoved me about, so why can’t I him?” she was more than amused with her own actions. “He didn’t really know what to do with me, after that. But I was then nice enough to let him sit and eat with the boys and I.” “Is he…

They both turned and looked at her, mischief written all over them. “You might have forgotten how to walk.” They yelled at her and ran off laughing when she tried to swat them. They came back a few minutes later and were jumping and hopping from stepping stone to stepping stone as they made their…