"I guess," he said, "that I was only thinking that we're surrounded by other people all the time, and sometimes it is so hard to get get some time just for us, when some sort of crisis isn't happening. I wanted all that to just stop, to just freaking stop for a little."
He sighed heavily, and then he noticed he really smelled like he'd been outside all day. "Sometimes, it's just really busy, you know? And you know something else? I smell like stinky, sweaty suntan lotion. I'm going to go show off really quickly. Give me just a minute or two. I'll be straight back."
He kissed her forehead and then went into the bedroom and got out a pair of cotton shorts and a loosely woven linen shirt, and as he was getting out his clothes, he had noticed that his hands had started to shake. He had been fine until he had thought about how their lives had been simply leapfrogging from one crisis to another, and how much he really had had enough. Then the shaking had started. He noticed too that Francois had tucked the med kit into the drawer with his clothes, so he took advantage of a moment by himself to take a dose. It was unmeasured, and he just took a swig, recapped the bottled, and tucked it back in the drawer. Then he moved straight on into the shower. partly to wash off the stench, and partly to be able to take just a moment alone to regroup. He had been fine when he and Ruby had been just relaxing and taking advantage of the change of scenery. It all shifted when he had started thinking about his parents' deaths. His brain was all poised to go racing down a negative rabbit trail about how much he wasn't going to be worth anything until he could get this all under control when there was a knock on the bungalow door. Francois, he was sure.
"I've got it," he called to Ru, purposely using the interruption to redirect his thinking. He left the bathroom, his shirt not buttoned yet, and opened the door, seeing Francois there with an unusual shaped food service cart. It was a bit longer and a bit taller--more the size of a food island cart. This one was pricey, carved out of rosewood, and it had a large clear rectangular plexiglass cover instead of cloches that looked like it didn't really come off the cart, but rather, it slid back out of the way. It was very smart looking. And the bottom section of the cart had wooden doors that were hinged, to keep everything neat and tidy.
"Where would you like your drinks served, Mr. Donohue?" Francois asked.
"I think you could just hand them to us because I think we're going to take your recommendation and go for that walk on the beach."
"Very good, Sir," Francois nodded. "When you leave the back gate, you'll find that there are two trails--one that goes straight and another that starts off to your right. Take the straight trail. It's a prettier trail. It curves to your left, and it is far less steep, especially as it starts to get dark. Much safer. If you take the trail down to the beach, keep going to your left. You'll see there's large flat rock part way down the beach. I wouldn't go farther than that after dark because the tide can come in rather unexpectedly down. It's a good point in your walk to turn around and walk back the way you came. And that should be just enough time for me to set your supper out and prepare the garden for you. What would you like me to leave you to drink after supper?"
"Perhaps just a pot of some sort of herbal tea," Angus suggested.
"Certainly, Sir," he replied. "And if there is anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ring."
"Thank you," Angus told him. He picked up their cardigans and handed Ruby's to her, and he slipped on his own, pushing up the sleeves. Then he took the drinks from Francoise. "Shall we?" he asked, handing Ruby's drink to her.