The Legacy of Love

Rick shoo-ed Julie towards the door, passing the coffee in her favourite cup and—with a moment’s hesitation—her pack of cigarettes. ‘You go take a break, Jools.’ A slight sheen glistened on her brow. Anticipation and excitement fueled her preparations for this special family dinner. 'I will. When we’ve got this all set up.’ Looking into Rick’s brown eyes, she smiled, paused, and put the pack down. He’s a chip off the old block, that’s for sure. In a flash of memory, she once again saw Rick’s father and she felt her heart burst. Rick counted aloud, setting out the plates and cutlery, ‘How many are we, Jools?’ His hand brushed against her runic ring—engraved ‘Strength’ and ‘Journey’—a legacy f

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