“Fancy a spot of breakfast, Bill?” he asked. Bill’s face fell at the suggestion that he didn’t believe she’d come. “Maybe the three of us could go?”
Bill rearranged his features – pleasure at the acknowledgement of his hope.
“Today’s the day. I can feel it,” he said confidently.
After, he took Bill’s arm and led him back to the home.
“Tomorrow, Bill?”
“Aye, tomorrow.”