TREVOR LEANED AGAINST THE PATIO’S RAILING. HE WOULD NOT FACE her.
After a long silence, and although they were alone, she whispered earnestly, “Do you still want to go through with this?”
“Have I indicated otherwise?”
They both stared out at the lights just beginning to twinkle alive on the Pointe-à-Pierre jetty.
“How long do you think we’ll last, Trevor?”
“Is that a serious question?”
“Well, you know who I am.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It’s a serious question. How long?”
Trevor took a drink of his beer before he looked at her. “Five years, give or take, I suppose. How long do you think?”
“I would say two.”
“Two! Oh, come on, Vik. Show a little courage! I am exhibiting a mountain of it, wouldn’t you say?” He was terse.
It was a while before she could respond. She looked up at him, tears welling. “You’d be surprised, Trevor,” she said. “You’d be surprised at my courage right now.”