I took a sharp intake of breath. He couldn’t be serious. I was reminded of American action films where beyond those gates meant serious trouble. I could see he was feeling my tension; a nerve was twitching under his left eye. We were driving to our dream house not Armageddon.
I felt my anger rising, why had I left the house hunting to him? I should have known by now that he was incapable of planning anything to do with our future. He dragged his feet when I planned our wedding day. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want that. We ended up with a very low key affair with just a few guests.
The jeep bumped along the rough shale, I wondered how long it would take before I could glimpse a sight of our new home. It looked like the entrance to a quarry.
Suddenly he braked.
“Come and look, they have started the footings already”
I could see the potential of our new build. It was beautiful. He explained the quarry would be filled with water. We’d have our own lake. Smiling at each other, I felt at ease.
He’ll be very happy dying here.