With everyone finished bathing, well the kids apart, empty stomachs made themselves remembered. More than one carried a growling midriff and James decided it was his turn to be the chef.
There were lots of leftovers from the day before, but he wasn't entirely positive he knew what mixed well with what. Just like he wasn't entirely positive he remembered everything that had led to him being here.
He did recall wooing Amaya, but he had forgotten how it all started. In part, James thought, because he had an easier time bringing good times to him, and there had been the end of an autumn, and all winter, and none of it good.
Funny. He shook his head. Shouldn't that winter have turned into spring? But I just can't remember anything, apart from Amaya. Damn, I have to ask her about it.
Because this was the trip. During this trip everything came back to the surface. The good and the bad, and if he couldn't remember anything, probably something rather nasty.