He caught sight of Ann’s blonde head as she leaned out of the window. They waved frantically to each other. A few moments later he had her in his arms.
“Oh Ken!”
“Darling, I’ve missed you!”
There was a babble of talk, both too happy to listen to what the other was saying.
“Have you been all right?” Ann asked, when eventually they calmed down. She looked up at him and was puzzled by his thinness, the sterner look about his mouth that gave him character and which she found attractive.
“Of course I’ve been fine,” Ken said, grinning at her.
“But, darling, you look different. There’s something about you…”
“Nonsense!” Ken said. “Come on. Let’s get your luggage organized.”
Later as they drove out of the railway depot in the shabby green Lincoln, Ann said, “Have you been lonely, Ken? Did you go out — do any shows ?”
“My dear girl, I haven’t had time for shows,” Ken said virtuously. “I’ve been busy in the bungalow. I’ve decorated the kitchen, looked after the garden and generally worked my fingers to the bone.”