‘The wind was fierce last night, wasn’t it?’ ‘Yeah. I thought the windows were going to blow in on top of us at one point.’ Mary laughed at her husband. Pat was standing in the kitchen looking out the window, a cup of tea in his hand. His hair was greying, and the morning light caught his shiny silver bits. The kids weren’t home this weekend so he could walk around in the boxers. He smiled in his own far...
