Robert looked at the Tuscan sunset. He was going to miss it. He glanced at Khaat. Every time they came to Tuscany, she loved it more. And it got harder to leave here for her. She hadn't said anything about not wanting to go back. But Robert knew how much she loved it here.
"You lot look like you're never coming back again," Angus said, serving a beautiful fresh Tuscan lemon ricotta cheesecake. "You look like you're being sentenced to Azkaban. What the matter with you? Its not like you have to make a great effort to get here. Bloody hell."
"Why dont we come here more often?" Kate asked Robert.
"I have to work?" Robert offered up the only excuse he knew.
"That's a crappy excuse," Michael said. "You do get a day off. Two of them. Why can't you come on your days off? Weekends? Holidays? You talk about it all the time but never do it."
Robert was about to speak when Abbey escaped the nursery again.
"Again?" he frowned, hearing the pitter patter of her little feet as she ran to Brian. Brian picked her up.
"No go, Daddy," she said.
"No go where?" he asked.
"Birdie bad," she said.
"Birdie?" Brian asked. Robert frowned.
"How do you know the birdie is bad?" Robert asked her. She paused and shrugged. She didn't know.
"Birdie bad. No go, Papa."
"Abigail," Robert called her softly, rarely using her real first name. "If you dont' want us to go, we won't go. We're not going to let any birdie hurt anybody." He looked at the flustered nanny who had finally surfaced.
"I don't know how she keeps getting out," the nanny said.
"Its alright. Has she done more drawings?"
"Yes, but they're nonsense. Just black lines Lots of little black lines with red scribbles. Pages and pages of them.."
"Thank you," Robert said, "We've got this. We'll bring her back ourselves in a bit."
"Yes, Sir,' The nanny said, retreating.