White Nights

‘Shame Willy won’t be around to get them out in a boat.’

‘Maybe,’ she said. ‘But those old times weren’t so great.’ She smiled at him. ‘Get off home, Jimmy. A day like this, you’ll have better things to do. We don’t need you here.’

Fran slipped her arm into his. He felt the silky fabric of her sleeve against his bare skin. She turned and smiled at him.

‘Yes, come on home, Jimmy,’ she said. ‘We’ve got much better things to do.’