“Persecution. I was never good at history, but I’m sure they did this before.” Ted stuffed his faded trousers into his rucksack and zipped it shut. “Don’t ask me now, but it’s a natural thing.”
“So, you’re leaving?” Andromeda threw the crocheted mess down. “Just like that?”
“No.” Ted slung the bag over his shoulder and grabbed his fishing things. He decided to look at this as a camping trip because it made it easier to step outside the door.
“You’ll see.” Ted stroked her cheek and pressed his lips to her neck. “I’ll be back in no time.”