The Body on the Beach (The Weymouth Trilogy) (30 page)

Kathryn gazed up at her husband and smiled at him again. They said no more but shared their joint delight in
companionable
silence until Sally, bringing in their breakfast as usual some time later, saw their faces and divined the news at once.

‘And we are going to celebrate by visiting little Bob,’ said Andrew, taking the tray and pouring Kathryn’s tea. ‘We shall take a picnic there, I think. It is his birthday after all. What a present for him! We shall tell him about the new little brother or sister that his papa will soon have to play with and that he must look down on us from heaven and share it all, just as he would have wanted to had he
still been alive
.’

‘Well I’m very pleased for you and no mistake, Mr B,’ she said, walking over to the window and flinging the curtains back to welcome the bright morning sun. ‘You will make a wonderful papa. I cannot say that I’ve ever been more pleased for anyone in my life.’

Andrew and Kathryn scrambled out of bed and made their way to the window. It was the perfect blue day. The deep blue sea, still as a lake, stretched away from them for as far as the eye could see. They stood side by side with their arms entwined, staring out at it, contented, as one.
It had brought them together, it had taken Giles away.
They were each silently thanking it
as they thanked it every day
for delivering its bodies to the beach.