Evadne was standing in the corner of the family room, directing the delivery men as to where to put everything, when Edgar appeared and took hold of her elbow, steering her out of the room.
“Will you be alright looking after things here for a while?”
“Yes, of course,” she answered, surprised at his question. “Why? Where are you disappearing off to?”
“I have to go and pick up the car. The dealer’s been holding it for us til we arrived, and I think we could do with it as soon as possible. I thought I’d pop into the city, drop off the rental and pick it up now, before things get too hectic here.”
“Sure, that makes sense. Is this it for today, or are we expecting anything else?”
“No, this is it. You just need to check that everything on the foreman’s list is actually here and then sign for it all when they’re finished unloading. I’ve just tried the telephone line and that’s working fine, so I think that’s all for today.”
“Okay. Can you pick up some bread and cold meat and salad-y things for dinner while you’re in there? I've not figured out the stove yet, so I don’t think me cooking is the best option!”
Edgar laughed. “Will do. I shouldn’t be too long,” and planting a quick kiss on her cheek, he turned and headed out of the front door.
Evadne watched him go, and then smiling to herself, she made her way back into the sitting room just in time to prevent them from putting one of the large, heavy sofas against the back wall.
It was almost six-thirty by the time Edgar returned. Pulling up outside the house, he jumped out and surveyed the gleaming new car proudly as his wife came out of the front door.
“Well, what do you think?”
Evadne tilted her head to one side. “It’s white and it’s a car.”
“Evvy! How can you say that?” Edgar exclaimed, aghast. “This is a top of the range Mercedes-Benz 300b!”
Trying hard not to laugh, Evadne shook her head. “You see, you may say that, but all I see is ‘white’ and ‘car’!”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Edgar patted the bonnet lovingly, and then turned and walked towards her. “You just don’t understand, do you?”
“No, sorry,” she replied, raising her face for his kiss, “and let’s face it, the way me and cars go together, it’s probably best that I don’t! Did you get the things for dinner? I don’t know about you, but I’m famished!”
“Yes, they’re in the boot. Honestly woman, you and your stomach!” Edgar retorted with a grin, making his way back to the car to retrieve the shopping. “I thought I’d better buy a few plates and some cutlery and glasses too, seeing as none of our stuff’s arrived yet.”
“Oh, I forgot all about that! Well done!” Taking the bags from his hand, she turned to go back into the house. “Grab the rug from the bag upstairs, will you? We can put it on the back lawn and eat out there,” and with that she was gone.
A short while later, they had succeeded in putting together quite a spread. As day slowly turned to night, they sat in their new garden, surrounded by the beauty and peacefulness of the shores of Lake Geneva, savouring their first evening together in their new family home and tucking into a tasty meal of cold cuts, fresh bread and tomatoes, followed by some delicious sponge and cream concoctions that Edgar had found in a patisserie in the city.
Once they finished, Evadne disappeared inside to find them both jumpers, as it was getting cold now that the sun was going down. On her return, she found Edgar sitting on the rug, staring down at the lake and holding a glass of cognac.
“Here you are!” she said, laying his jumper over his shoulder and looking at the drink in his hand. “Is there one for me too?”
“Of course!” Reaching behind him, he picked up a second tumbler and handed it up to her. “For you, my lady!” he grinned, and placing his glass down beside him, he began to pull his sweater over his head.
Evadne took a sip of her drink, and looked around her. The sun was setting in the sky to their left, casting an orangey-pink light on the mountains to the north of the city. The cicadas were buzzing in the trees around the garden, and a gentle hum of activity could be heard on the water, as boats headed back into shore after their day on the lake. Heaving a satisfied sigh, she sat down between her husband’s legs, turning her back to him and leaning into his chest.
“A girl could get used to this honeymoon lark, you know!” she said contentedly, gazing out at the view, her eyes shining as they reflected the colours in the sky.
Edgar chuckled as he finished straightening out his jumper and turned to retrieve his drink. “Well make the most of it – our peace’ll be shattered in a couple of weeks time!” he replied, wrapping his arms around her and taking her free hand in his own.
Evadne laughed. “I know. I do miss them though – it’ll be wonderful when they do get here.” Tilting her head back to look at him, she added excitedly, “We’re in our very own home, Edgar! It’s so perfect I can scarcely believe it!”
Smiling down at her, Edgar bent to kiss her gently on the lips. Pulling back, he gazed at her as she grinned up at him, her pretty face alight with happiness. “Well you’d better get used to it, because this is it for the rest of your life!” he said, his green eyes twinkling as he spoke.
“Hmm, let me think.” She shifted position so that she was leaning against one of his arms. “So I’m now stuck here with that view, this house, the lake, my family and my wonderful husband – I reckon I can get used to it!” and placing her drink on the ground, she lifted a hand to pull his head down towards her and, wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back.