“You stay here and I’ll be right back.”
Victor ran to the truck and was back with a thick multicolored blanket, a large wicker picnic basket and a bottle of strawberry wine. It was deja vu all over again, Violet thought, a shaky feeling coming over her.
Victor spread out the blanket, fixing the corners down just right and he placed the basket and the chilled bottle of wine in the center. Then he knelt down and extended his hand to her, a smile on his handsome face. Violet saw Victor do it all, and yet this image merged so well with the one in her mind’s eye, the one of Richard doing the same.