She smiles agreement and shoulder bumps me. 'Come on Robs, sun will be going down soon and I'm getting a bit chilly.' We cross back to the riverbank and pull on socks and shoes over our damp feet, then squelch back home at a relaxed pace. Lexi's humming again; she's seldom truly quiet. I listen, but can't recognise the piece she's humming. So I amuse myself by watching for squirrels and listening to the sound of the woodland around us.
Soon enough we're home, and a good job of it too because the clouds have started to crowd in from the Northwest and the light is dying.
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I eye my Mac guiltily. I should be working, my company has a release going live in the next month and we're behind. But I'm tired and moody and, quite honestly, feeling a bit strung out after Lexi's probing earlier. S
