youngsters! You donât know how to enjoy life. Ow! No need to beat me up.â
Dee, whoâd delivered the lightest tap on his shoulder, chuckled. âBehave yourself!â she commanded.
âYou see how she treats me,â Mark sighed. âI expect you bully your menfolk too, and they wonder where you get it from. They should see what I put up with. Ow!â
As the two old people collapsed with laughter, Lilian drew her daughter away.
âLetâs leave them to it. Honestly, theyâre like a couple of kids.â
âPerhaps thatâs their secret,â Pippa said.
âYes,â Lilian said thoughtfully. âThey do seem to have a secret, donât they?â
They went downstairs to get on with the clearing up.
In the darkness, Mark and Dee listened to the fading footsteps.
âWeâre very lucky,â she mused, âthat our family takes such care of us.â
âTrue, but I hope they donât come back,â he admitted. âRight now, I want to be alone with you. What are you giggling for?â
âI was remembering the first time you ever said that to me. I was so thrilled. Suddenly every dream Iâd ever had was coming true.â
âBut it wasnât, was it?â he reminded her. âI was a dreadful character in those days. I canât think what you saw in me.â
âWell, if you donât know, Iâm not going to tell you,â she teased. âWe had our troubles, but we reached home in the end. Thatâs all that matters.â
âYes, we reached home and shut the door against the world,â he mused. âAnd, ever since then, weâve kept each other safe. Sixty years youâve put up with me! I canât imagine how!â
âNeither can I, so stop fishing for compliments. And, by the way, what game were you playing tonight?â
âGame? I donât know what you mean.â
âDonât play the innocent with me. All that talk about how you had to court me for years and work to impress me. You know thatâs not what happened.â
âYes, it is.â
âIt most certainly is not. Donât you rememberâ?â
He stopped her with a gentle finger over her mouth. âHush! I remember what I remember, and you remember what you remember, and maybe itâs not the same thing, but does that matter?â
âNo, I suppose not,â she said thoughtfully. âI dare say weâll never know now which of us has remembered it right.â
âBoth of us and neither of us,â he said.
She smiled. âYouâre very wise tonight.â
âIâll swear thatâs the first time youâve ever called me wise. Now, tell me, did you like your present?â
âI loved it, but you shouldnât have splashed out on diamonds.â
â One measly little diamond,â he corrected. âI was determined you were going to have that on our diamond anniversary.â Then his voice rose in horror. â Good grief; I almost forgot! Your other present.â
âIâve been wondering about that, ever since you told me this morning that the diamond was only the âofficialâ present, and that you had something else for me that meant much more. You said youâd give it to me later, when the crowd had gone.â
âI forgot until now,â he groaned.
âNever mind, darling,â she said tenderly. âPeople of our age become forgetful.â
âOur age?â he echoed, affronted. âAre you suggesting that Iâm old?â
âOf course not. You could be a hundred and you still wouldnât be old.â
âThank you, my dear.â
She couldnât resist adding cheekily, âBut give me my present before you forget again.â
He gave her a look, then switched on the little light by the bed and fumbled in a drawer, producing a small object that he hid behind his back. âClose your eyes and hold