“A guest?” Theo asked, sounding surprised. It was very rare for him to get guests these days. “Who-“
He put down his pen and looked up, his brow furrowed in confusion as he took Xandra in and tried to remember where he knew her from. “I’m sorry, it’s very kind of you to come, but ... would you mind telling me who you are again? My memory, it isn’t what it used to be, I am ashamed to say.” He gave a rueful grin and raked his fingers through his hair, which was still thick and dark (whilst Harry’s was almost all grey these days), looking more boyish than Xan had ever seen him look before.
“I-“ she began haltingly. “I- I’m-“ She looked at the ceiling, fingertips resting on the stethoscope slung around her neck, reminding her of why she was there. “-My name is Alexandra, Theo. And I am Harry’s wife. Do you remember? Your brother, Harry, is my husband. May I come in and just sit with you a while? It’s been a long time since we last spoke, and I wanted- I- I wanted-“
Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a hand crushing her windpipe, constricting her voice as she forced herself to finish, “-I wanted to catch up with how you, to see how you’re doing. Do you think- Do you think that would be- be o-okay?”
It was early evening at the Carlisle estate, and the light was just beginning to fade. With the twins put down for the night and Miriam dozing contentedly by the fire in the living room of their cosy little cottage, Jamie put down his book and decided to take a walk, to stretch his legs.
Winter was slowly wrapping itself about Wales, the first fallings of snow settling like a white eiderdown over the hills and the villages nestled in their nooks, and his knee was stiff. It had kept him indoors for days now and he was restless to be out. Swallowing two of his tablets for the pain, and snatching up his cane, he made his slow and painful way to the front door, donned his coat and his hat, and started off for the big house.
“Is my Da in?” Peter, who had opened the front door, answered in the affirmative, and Jamie smiled. Now that he was a father himself, he had resolved to make more of an effort with his own old man. “Wonderful. Would you run and fetch him then? I wondered if he might like to take a stroll with me before supper.”