We’ve had hour-plus-long Skype conversations every night during the three weeks he’s been out at Sabbath by the Sea. Lengthy conversations are rare during our evenings at home, because so much of our daily life is done together, leaving very little to report on.
Mr. Darcy doesn’t have the advantage of Skype and has been missing her master.
She was the first to hear the garage door open.
She knew what would happen next.
And now things are back as they should be.