Mr. Lynch looked thoughtful. "That was my original plan, but on second thought, it's not too far from home."
"It's just a short walk from there."
"Alright, then." He got up to change his clothes.
"I'll pack a couple of outfits for you." Mrs. Lynch's heart leaped with joy as she quickly got out of bed to sort through his clothes.
Then she handed him the suitcase. "Honey, I'll drive you."
"You should get some sleep. The driver can take me."
Mrs. Lynch grew surprisingly coquettish. "No, I want to take you."
Mr. Lynch was in a good mood, so he waved his hand dismissively. "Fine, take me then."
And so, the couple left together.
"Dad, where are you going with that luggage?" Leon Lynch asked, holding a glass of warm milk as usual, ready to go upstairs.
"Your father is going away for a couple of days. I'm just seeing him off."
He nodded, and the couple headed out the door.
