I sat quietly watching her. She drank coffee whilst flicking through a gossipy magazine, pausing briefly every now and again to read a few lines or study a photo. I smiled to myself remembering our meeting, the pair of us worse for wear, booze, in a crowded Tenerife bar. We pretty much spent the whole of the next week together, drinking, laughing, loving.
When back in the UK 400 miles separated us , Scotland her home, England mine. As promised, a letter, the first of many written by, lay waiting on her return from holiday (she had stayed on for an extra week ). I told her over and over how much I loved her, missed her, needed her, and that one day we would be married. That was June 1991.
October 1991 she moved down to be at my side. We married in October 1993.
Our daughter was born in November 2000, her mother's double. Beautiful, funny, clever, a most warm, generous human being, the Apple, orchard of my eye. Life has been nothing but great....25years of bliss.
" Have you any regrets " she once asked me, meaning of our life together.
" Only that we didn't meet earlier."
The doorbell rang. She placed the magazine on the cushion beside her.
" Mrs Jacky Stevenson " asked the young policeman.
" Yes, is there something wrong ? "
" Can we come inside Jacky" asked the young WPC.
As I left, she sat in stunned silence.......