The Late Bloom

“Nice wine.”
“I don’t know,” said the man. “You’re drinking mine.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll get another glass from the table.My name’s Carol.”
“That’s kind of you. Mine’s Harry.”

After the Rep had outlined the tour of the USA National Parks they hurried closely together across the six lane highway to have a meal in the diner. They got on so well. Harry made her laugh. He was on his own.

Carol was glad of some company as she travelled the Parks. She enjoyed every minute as they went everywhere together.

She wondered what would happen when they got home.