Peacefully going from flower to flower, Arabella did not see the lean man in a white blouse and black corduroy pants watching her from a dark corner o...f the courtyard."Are you enjoying my flowers?" he finally said. Shocked, Arabella looked back and gasped. "Don't be afraid, I'm not mad. I think more people should enjoy them anyway." Arabella just stared back, unsure of what to say.He stepped forward into the light and eyed her curiously. The man was about 5'10, was lean (for his clothes draped. The things my wife lets me do to her is one of the very reasons I held onto her. One question that kept popping into my mind was what would she do next? This is what happened.I was just plodding away at work as I always do, but for some reason my wife kept messaging me constantly all day. 'When are you coming home' and 'You should knock off early today' seemed to be the common trend. I just thought she was bored and sick of being at home alone. Finally, in mid afternoon I gave in and said I’ll. The fact that he was to prepare her mother's house for her arrival had been arranged privately before. While the crew would spend some well-earned shore leave in the human compound, he was looking forward to some quiet days with T'Pol, Malcolm and Hoshi in her mother's home, which was now becoming theirs. If no problems arose, they were set to arrive in Vulcan space at least two days before Enterprise and the Aquatics."Lieutenant, patch me a channel to grandma," Trip ordered with a grin, which. That way he could enjoy being near her without her being offended by showing anything deeper than being plain friendly to a friend of mutual friends in the shape of Bill and Doreen. He was certain now that Abi was a family friend rather than actually related to Bill and Doreen.He returned on the Sunday and carried on with alternative layers of shellac and abrasive coatings, before he made a start on upholstering the chair frames. He worked quickly and steadily, finishing in time to start.