80: Fortuitous

“I’ll miss the citrus,” Evelyn sighed, savoring the half grapefruit that had been served with their breakfast.

“I’ll ask Mr. Valenzuela to ship some to New York for you, darling.” His eyes followed the valet and maid he’d hired for the morning as they worked in the bedroom, busily packing their belongings from the closets. “Do you have everything you’ll need for the train?”

“That’s the third time you’ve asked me,” she chided gently. “Yes. Everything I’ll need is there by the door.”

“So you did. I apologize. This whole mess with the route being altered until they can restore the bridge washed out from the deluge has me slightly off-kilter.” Picking up his spoon, he stirred his coffee again, then took a sip.

“Is it that? Or the Declaration of Panama and the maritime boundaries it designates?” She smiled when he focused on her somewhat in shock. “I can read headlines, you know.”

He sighed. “That didn’t help. It’s not yet approved, but we need to move on it quickly.”

“I thought you h