Saturday was an off day as far as the bandits were concerned. I never saw a single one, and the ride to Green Junction was hectic, but nonproductive. ...unday was a day off, and I spent most of that day sleeping in. I did give a passing thought to visiting the town whorehouse, but I let that slide and went back to sleep. I am sure that you can tell how tired I was!When Monday came, it was time for the run to Hallys Crossing. I made sure to pick up my lunch before leaving, but I still got away. “Honey we need to talk. We need to talk about something serious. It’s about us and the future. It requires you to tell me something, not tonight but by tomorrow. It’s complicated. We’ll discuss it after dinner.”“What is it? Tell me what you need to know, now.”“No, no, after dinner, after the kids are fed and watching TV. I got to think how to say it too.”I switched from cooking to panic.Something’s up, he’s been moody, withdrawn, even disinterested in sex. The economy’s bad. He’s lost his job?. .Oh, fuck. If this wasn’t a date, what was?“You’re home early,” Lily said by greeting. “Emily and I were just getting ready to watch The Golden Girls. That’s a good lesbian show.”“It’s not. Don’t fill her little head with such nonsense.”“I fill her head; she fills her diaper. Garbage in, garbage out. Now tell me about your date,” Lily said, handing my daughter to me. I pulled down my bra and Emily latched on to my right nipple. I sighed with relief as the milk started to flow. So good. “If she. "I resisted a strong temptation to kiss her cheek, thinking it possible Kelly might misconstrue it or use it as an excuse, and smiled. "You did right, Simone, thank you."We were four hours to the Kentish Knock east cardinal buoy – very good time in view of the sea state which was still rough. We turned a few degrees west of north there, which meant we were close-reaching, which slowed us, so it was a further two hours to the Long Sand Head north cardinal. A direct course from there to Harwich.